The world will go flat, then loud
pulsing outwards, a cool blast
to the frontal lobe.

Recline in the chair, accept
the mask, the balloon that drops
beats into the brain.

Flexes outwards, numbing, spreading
a drop of ice water, that moment
before the noise rushes in
frosts over the brain cells
quite frankly the most honest
you'll ever be.

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