Thrice

1. Quick. Slow. Quick, Slow. Quick!
Quick Quick Quick! Quicker! Quickest!
Quickest of all!

Run! Faster! Get out the house! Fire!
No! Slow, like oil washing to
Shore.

2. Again, we cry, but better! Higher! Swing us up, up til the
Sky catches us! Gears grinding louder, deeper than ever before.
Sparks!

3. Like a twisted merry-go-round,
Faster! Faster! But stay at the pace you are.
The door is not quite ajar, but your hand is on the handle.
Open. Shut. Open. Shut. Open. Shut.