can't you feel that
it's everything, it's buzzing, it's here
Gauge it like a westerly on a wetted finger. Feel it in the hairs on your neck sticking up before lightning strikes.
It’s in between atoms in the air, it’s in between atoms in your skin, it’s in between atoms pushed through your bloodstream, it’s the jutting spike traps in an Indiana Jones corridor, shooting out like light that water-rips through cracks…
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