Liquid particles of liquid
attraction for the ground.
They generate unceasing flush,
blackened waves of heat and cold
burst
crush above and darken the skies.
Neurons
deliver orders to hold on,
hold a wake
electricity is static now,
on the eve of discharge.
Thunder
keep
beat cut...
silence(!)
From the middle of
cemented
hollow
cube.
PC low buzz
panicked flies jazz.
Outside
swooshes
burning gas,
and shifts of gears.
Eyes
scurry across fields of letters
letters like atoms
or tendons
or burglars.
Silence. It pours down.
The taste of it, sprayed all over,
expanded,
blade-sharp, clear.
Halvhari
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