Do:
love this roaring silence
in your head when it's triggered a high-pitched whine
you know release is bottomless
its roaring high-pitched triggered whiny timeWhile:
you've split your strings of turbulence
leave your sane thoughts for splashing water winters
shush your deep low dark voices
for turbulent water splashing low desires Unless:
you were born to be a mechanism
and the vacuum is too pure
follow the hiss of danger
it's mechanic hissing vacuum allure Else:
when this is demented perfection
you know you've been caught. | 
