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Superunified
It really is impossible to see it coming. No warning,
no waiting, no anticipating.
It's a sting on the arm, a scream from the fingertips;
every experience is the worst you've had thus far.
Every time's the worst time; too extreme to separate it
from the opposite sensation.
It's a burn; by heat, or by the cold. It's suffocation
through refusal to breathe, or through a breath held for
far too long.
It's you, pushing your teeth inward, but not outward.
"In" is a stopgap for your flexibility of thought.
"Out" denotes reminder of the rigidity and the brittle
nature of your true "undogmaticism," or lack thereof.
We all live in a leviathan fish tale and we're the hook.
We're built fully on the sympathy of the waves in the ocean.
In the waves, we invest in protection:
a) So sharp, everything but our bones slides through its grip.
b) So loud, it hits like a fucking train.