A clock hand twirls everyday
Steady and soft, uncertainty's delay
Is not felt, never to be faced
By clocks that tremble to keep pace

Then watch as you make time speed up
Hands spin faster from your disrupt
Hear as sound goes from tick to tumble
Then a boom and a crash, see them stumble

Your element, steady as waves and the ocean
Made it accelerate, literally increase motion
And heat up, from the most basic of notions 
When simple clock ticks become an explosion

Does the world not stop as it turns on it's gears?
Pause as it's shook by ticking commotion
How can everything not **** it's head to hear
When those little beats become an explosion

Does nothing ever turn to witness this rush-
Or see- Or feel- this explosive feat? 
Then whispered, following the lightest touch,
You say:
"I can feel your heart beat"