Silencio y demencia: isolation is the test.
Panic comes and goes, the sense
That anything could happen anytime
That revelation is at hand
It could be now or now or now -
It's all too much, I fill my mind
With future plans, plots, schemes
Recycle interlacing tunes and dreams
Or things I should have dared to say
And chains of random words and phrases
Begetting more associations
Swarming round and round the circuit
Algae on the pond, a virus
Spreading more and more, yet stifling
The horror, the horror vacui -
Lord, fill the space with anything
Colour, fire, wind and speed
Just let there not be nothing
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