CosinE

It was in the cards.

There was a lot to do,

A lot in the pay off.

No major drawbacks either.

The light rose slowly.

Minutes ticked by but time slowed.

It was like the frame rate expanded.

Speed became relative,

But there was

no tar slowing my movement,

no fog obscuring my vision.

Just slow flow.

The air gradually thins,

And time regains speed

without the added friction.

Turns out that

time dislikes

trickery.

The slow flow becomes a wind tunnel.

As the air rushes past,

With it the sun’s rays.

Just a blackout.