The Night Rises

The Night rises
The voices thicken
Waiting streched out on
White sheets in white rooms
For the inaudible click
That never comes anyway
Of dream turning into phase
Can not stop
Waiting though
Even now with the repertoire
so drastically enlarged

Now slowly
The brains
Potentiometer
Frequency modulating
Scaleless
infinite in
Its division
The night film
Forward on through
The web towards
Synapsis

In the ceiling projected
Now runs the night film
Split dividing the mind
Into simultaneous lives and non-lives
Consuming
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Me cliClicking
Me clickinClick
Me clicking aAway
Me clicking awayClick
Me clicking away iClicking away
Me clicking away in tClick
Me clicking away in the nClick in
Me clicking away in the nigClicking away in
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Me clicking awThe darkness