A Conversation Of Electricity
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A Conversation Of Electricity

My conversation is electric. It starts with a spark and my words are electrons carrying my interest.

My conversation is electric. It starts with a spark and my words are electrons carrying my interest. But my conversation causes blackouts. A transmitter with no willing receiver.

And as light travels faster than sound, they see the flits of my lips turning blue as a warning that thunder is coming.

And as light travels faster than sound, they see the flits of my lips turning blue as a warning that thunder is coming. So they cover their ears.

My tongue spits bolts of connectivity, searching for a ground conductor to feel the static of my words.

My tongue spits bolts of connectivity, searching for a ground conductor to feel the static of my words. A defibrillator pulsing volts of desperation into dying attention and not even death will listen to me.

A body made of rubber, so that I am not charged with the crime of being opinionated.

A body made of rubber, so that I am not charged with the crime of being opinionated. Hush!

A body made of rubber, so that I am not caught up in ‘overwhelming’ smalltalk with significant views.

A body made of rubber, so that I am not caught up in ‘overwhelming’ smalltalk with significant views. Hushed

A body made of rubber, so that not even I see interest in the thoughts I possess...

A body made of rubber, so that not even I see interest in the thoughts I possess... My house is so silent not even I choose to haunt it.

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