tongue-tied to a word that does not exist, the small looks big and the big looks small, magnified by a million and still murky while looking deeply, you see what I see.

then a sound

suddenly it gets faster and faster the trumpet breathes out soul and stops it gets faster and finally an explosion so high, it makes you sink into your chair while listening deeply, you hear what I hear

the electric sound

richer than a thousand tropical fruits in taste, slower than a turtle, faster than a Japanese bullet train electric currents mind numbing and addictive you want it you want it when it rains you want it when it's cold you want it with people and you want it alone you want the electric taste to spread like the plague through your body, then stop, then begin again, and finally explode... until the next one.

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