DBEAT

That moment where you realize that you exist and you are caught in the spiral of recognition, caught comprehending the existence of existence in a mechanical spiral, standing just beside the massive engines rhythmically, perfectly hammering down, the sound only interrupted and accented by other sound, tones above being forced out by the rhythms below, a rhythm of something which you cannot quite place, not your heartbeat, not a clockticks, but quick enough to fit in between the two, racing, unchanging, the emergence of pattern or a lapse/exhaustion in comprehension, and either it skips a beat or you do, something rises in the sonic strata or maybe something fails within you. It roars up, unchanging, doubled creating a higher decibel, doubled again, another decibel, dropped in like grains of sand, another engine added to the anxious line, awaiting a flag, to stop this or start this, you’re in the middle but possibly just before, or just after, and you hope that this machine will run forever, until the world ends the one sound left in the universe, traveling at the speed of light, and not in heaven and not in hell, right here and you know it in the arced loft on the infinity loop, drugged but acquainted.

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