Shoulders roll as thoughts
contour
the landscape of its
architecture.
The mind escapes the
flaws and quakes
as crested embankments
redden each stream of space.
With lost horizons
stained askew, welled inside are
veils obscured;
torturous to touch, the vesicle reveals.
As the truth turns
stern, waves discern,
forever redirecting
the crutch; an expanding frame,
broken, from the inside
out; unsteadies
as the vein distorts its
portrait born.
Voltage passes through minds-eye, where
escaping thoughts infect
all they flutter to.
A passive surge, disrupts
then sears; the shade
its silhouette suffers from.
Inhibition blocks
cognition. Suffocating ‘til the twitch is gone.
Great energy surges through the image and your words - Zap!
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