I can taste the flow of your brazen energy, as it meanders like an electrical impulse which spans recollected dimensions of distal awareness.
Although we are neither flat-lined nor spiking in our electromagnetic throbbing, that mystical union of physiological members displays the blatancy of our connected conquistadors.
It is important to embrace the promise on the banks of hydrological cycles without fusion of both commodities.
Like an interference pattern which is undiscernible in its direction, we are in a stable rhythm.