surging, speeding into complete uncertainty
i can tell by the inertia
it pulls all my organs to the left.
but the speedometer is stuck on zero
i'm moving fast but going no where.
i plunge into bright value but dark tone;
a neutral downhill slalom.
i feel sick from all this movement.
the words weren't written
but it doesn't mean they aren't there.
they hang in signal towers,
between satellites swimming past constellations.
you can taste the words
shockingly sour-sweet
like touching your tongue to the contacts of a nine volt.
but when saliva creates a circuit,
far from lip to lip,
it shocks and disconnects the brain
it separates ascending tracts from descending reality.
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