These words seems to travel at a constant.
Through neural space & time..
A loosely held dimension,
composed of thought and electric impulse.
Energy is continuity,
expedited through the nooks
triggering neural activity.
Pulsating particles travel swiftly
as supple skin meets lips.
Chemicals release and I am lost.
Roughly warping time and space,
ignoring tears in cosmic fabric.
Cohesive thought is vanished.
Mar 5, 2012
Mar 5, 2012 at 2:47 PM UTC
These words seems to travel at a constant.
Through neural space & time..
A loosely held dimension,
composed of thought and electric impulse.
Energy is continuity,
expedited through the nooks
triggering neural activity.
Pulsating particles travel swiftly
as supple skin meets lips.
Chemicals release and I am lost.
Roughly warping time and space,
ignoring tears in cosmic fabric.
Cohesive thought is vanished.
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