Electrical Exchange Substance by rfcl

One day I showed up in this town of cobblestone streets.
It was mid afternoon and
there were women sitting on the side of the road
and many baskets of multicolored clothes.

One of the women was a Spaniard.
This Spaniard and I became very good friends because of our common language.
I had done my own research on these matters of intentional friendship.
I studied electrons as the active source in any such electrical engagement.
Our front to front position insured
that the flow of the magnetism was counter-clockwise.

It had taken me many years of sweating technicalities.
With her I learned the use of the electrical exchange substance
for the purpose of intentional suffering.
Her beauty was easy to read.
Her brown hands were usually folded neatly on her lap.
Her fingertips were slightly dark.

After the seventh night, something happened.
It was night and at first I did not notice it.
The dark clouds gave it away.
What had occurred between us
was a true mixing of substances of different rates of vibrations.
I was suddenly very cold.

I closed my eyes and found myself nearly frozen
walking through labyrinthine halls,
wandering around in fear and darkness.
One of the most dangerous aspects of the use of the electrical exchange substance
was this sudden experience, an open and unquestionable invitation to death.
It was a dark, cold, windy, dry realm that I found myself in.
These fantasies of death that ran through my mind were a clear message.

One of the seven aspects of this cold blackness
was hidden in the art of electrical decoding of future symbolic language.
My language would tend to freeze,
It would habituate,
it had a ritualistic quality and was highly resistant to change.

I responded with movement without rationality.
I was determined to persevere through the crisis,
but the road had many trials.
I fixated on a clear indication:
movement from active to passive and in a counter-clockwise direction.

I began to sing.
The sacred sacrament of song
was the process by which the electrical and chemical exchange
was transformed into creation.

I woke up once again in this town of balloons and flowers.
There were many women sitting on the side of the road
and many baskets of multicolored clothes
against a gray wall.