Melting out the spinal stem
Turning liquid brain soup dripping down my back
The frayed skeleton electric nerve
Wubbs the distortion of moving things
Blending the sight of sound and tasted of color
Bleeding the mixed mingling syrups of thought and emotion
Where beating thumping noislessness of my bone jarred movment becomes second nature
Vocalizing the skidding murrmers of half finished words
Swirling back and forward towards and against reality
The numbness of my tongue the static on my brain fills, and music is the very air I breathe