Battling Time Travel

Days disappear into hazy years with no slaying feared. Wonder, be wary somewhere near, plundering probability with a hunger. Someone runs under the steam of a younger dream, sets a mind to a time machine. Mobs it skillfully, robs all impossibility past all obstacles making such unseemly means possible. Not just optional to float down the timestream...

Entropic decay won't stop today but light slows a wave... into multiple layers showing like motion betraying beneath articles of clothing hoping to play.

Bequeathing every notion the stream chose to pour into a dreaming ocean. Purring, outlasting, seeming to drive towards mechanical action, handling passion fuelling for motion the battle to achieve mindful time travel.

Hardened from the start like unsharpened spears; blood drip still fulfills queer quills for spilling my art. Really warm the pouring from sore cadavers-- no matter to my chilled heart. Time so sharp, culled when swayed to slow from rays to show particles.

A hired pirate cursed on the scene yo! First with the means to blow neutrinos, absconded like dropping snapbombs... from conduits entered through the cosmos's center. So chronic dismay is repeated for entropic decay as needed to play with what's unshowing beneath articles of clothing.

Or slay particles from time growing slack, showing back, slowing tracks like dragged lines of undead cattle fragged, unsaid ounces of consequences from divine battles with time travel.

Such incredulity outlasting but burning like passion returning is my duty. Willfully killing improbability, no fearing discerning the agility of scuttlebutt expected from butterfly effect experts.

A headful of fill me fast, savage pirate mast, a habit to get past miles so crass of a style gnashed from deep past dreadful. Still ill to see ahead of impossibility. Great strength with no tension indubitably under scrutiny when mayhem chooses its attention to me.

Never meant to lay off... like the way of Steve McQueen's Great Escape Scene it was my intention for chaos to catch me!

Played off into Round 3 and 4, saying the cost of eating time; feeding the divine mind that needs to climb back to enter the center showing of universal implosion. A rigged batarang came back around; the Big Bang had the same sound and costed most like the lost note of Beethoven's Ghost.

Hey so, I told 'em the first vibration like Genesis's first verse, no location before the twirled world choice of The Word and the Voice. From explosion Wang Chung to implosion sang and unrung. Hello Hell, that's the Cantonese Yellow Bell translated with ease.

Eddie Cantor, please, the missing note in a jazz stroke musical is what you used to roll? So dutiful how performers warmly warned you all like the former stated noise journeyed past Jericho's walls...

...a swarm employed a tourney of sparing falls. Vibration calls an earned return to the Force at the source. Where time and mass recombine. Discern and understand this in thermodynamics second law. I reckon I'll break them all before I get done rattling Chronos's thumb for travel. My onus abated undone if I make it before I die, get old and reborn young!