Virtuality - Anne Clark, Steve Schroyder

Time is beating harder

Time’s running after me

Time’s running faster inside

Running out of me

Every movement

Every moment

Harder, faster into me

Every movement’s

Every moment’s

Harder, faster into me

Like you and your love

Like you and your love

Like you and your love

Like you

And your love

Like you

And your love

Keeping time with me

Like you and your love

And your leaving

Tearing into me

Crashing into me

Tearing me apart

Pumping

Beating

A cold cold heart

Pumping

Bleeding

Re-set

Re-time

Re-live

Start

Oh right now we’re lost

We’re big clocks of brass glass wood

With hands swimming big blue waves

Crashing through seconds

Hours minutes spinning out of control

Dimly lit digits of time in space

Ringing out yet muted

The endless blackness of now of night of love

Sex dizzying into distant spiral of light

Lit solely licked slowly by thick splashes of white love

Liquid life liquid a flickering screen to see you

With pheromone to sense you

With pheromone to name you

With blinding burst head-splitting

Scream of no longer being matter all colours

Merging no matter take me to the edge of time

Of breath, of life creating

Life playing with death

Dissolve me there at the edge

Getting harder

Getting easier

Getting harder

Getting easier

The getting harder

Makes it easier

The getting harder

Makes it easier

To keep you close to me

The getting harder

Makes it easier

To keep you deep in me