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Blissful realms of dream evoked images
drift together then just as swiftly parting,
lost into shadows veils of synthetic sound
hint at an impending romantic interlude
as whispers of memories
which stimulate tides of emotion
An expanding corona strikes the network of nerve endings
sending a senses streaming, coming at you like a locomotive
shocks you into a hyper alert state of confusion
as you awaken into a new reality...
a living hell
finding yourself
screaming
into hurricane forged winds
your vocal chords
are the hammer...
your brain
is the anvil
...continuously
pounding you to oblivion
then back again,
carried by the shrieking winds
connecting
to the vast chamber
of your inner being
bringing
the anguish back and forth
with each incremental pulse
of your ever thinning blood
pounded nearly into submission
by your overburdened heart
as you go crashing
from one realm to another
never quite entertaining
a coherent thought
in any one
before being blasted
into an exponential phase shift
surpassed only
by the feeling
you want to get off the rollercoaster
still, reeling
beyond all known thresholds of your pain
never knowing from moment to the next
how much longer you might last
exploding through places
you'd never known existed
before
the blowtorch in your head
creates a vortex
that you fall mindfirst into
leaving your body
rippling through the vacuum
like a flag whipped by a strong wind
and what had formerly been your consciousness
has become inverted
your mind reeling backwards
into a trance
as every connection to the torrent of impulses
in your brain hub
gets erased, as it...
is ripped free from every sense of continuity
creating a chaotic flood of manic voices
transmuted into a tidal wave of peaking echoes
striking in waves of lightning fast impulses
against what little in you
of humanity remains
hitting so hard and fast...
even your screams
begin to merge and condense
into a new dimension,
with an odd
sensation of standing alone
on
another astral plain
circling back at you
with something you might find
familiar
pinging in your disembodied mind
like cyclonic voices
driving the wind driven rain
as life recollections find you,
while emotions bind you
even as
the circumstances blind you
while you feel suspended
in a slow motion strobe effect
like sending the baseball
breaking through the window
back and forth, continually
time and time again,
sending shudders
of unbearable sensations,
coursing through your entire body,
from somewhere deep within your skin
running its course like lightning,
flashing through you stem to stern
to those who say
you'd slowed down considerably
how can they begin to understand
while they host a pity party
you'd never wanted
you're the one
thats getting
burned
You
never
factored in
the current side effects
of what it was to be
a noble
course
of choices
following
the natural
universal flow,
in a stream
that you'd
never dreaming
of...
by loving
on demand
forwhat was written
into the plan
in a hereto unknown calculus
raising the threshhold of pain
by a calculation greater than
of the number of stars
...in heaven
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