words

Lights up my spine like hotel windows
Street lamps that never dampen
The racing electrical impulses
Breathe nerve into the moment

Measure being by the wine glass
Your friends are your worst enemies
There is only you and I
Silence and sound

3 pounds of grey matter
Overflowing with so
Much
Noise

What is the frequency of all this matter
And what does it matter how it all ends
Alone aside a vacant pillow
Surrounded by weeping pillars

I live only now
Not before or after
Just in the waves of neural dialogue
Present for the presence of the terminal axiom

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