deviating excursions

the sound of emptiness is brighter
inside loops of time and synaesthesia
colours build foreign associations
greens cling to mints and assault
the air around me into linear catastrophes
the rain outside refuses to settle me
static beats out of sync and whirlwinds 
of intoxicated numbness settle inside my bones
until the chorus of manic frequencies 
distract me back into my carcass.