by George Anderson

he was excited
he was soon going to lose it
he liked it
he liked the feeling
of being on the edge
he liked the idea
that words were splintering
in his mind
that words were losing
their meaning
that nothing mattered
any more
that words could no longer
explain how he felt inside
he liked how the laughter
inside his head was escalating
how it swirled unregulated
beyond the buttons on any dial.

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