the rest is salt water on an open wound

under certain
specific conditions
this meat suit
fades away
allowing me
to become a
loose array of
charged particles
in sync with
the undertow of
entropical dismay
seething in the
dessicated heart
of existence

when the music
is up too loud
and i cease to
be a catastrophe
awaiting inception
becoming a less
than random string
of ones and zeros
arcing down the
asphalt arteries
to strike directly
at the nerve cluster
annihilating your
hypothalamus leaving
you quivering in a
puddle of your deepest
latent desires
i feel fully alive

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