The tussin.

I want to indulge in the splendor of sound surrounded
by blackness, but speak the beautiful words of my melting subconscious and let a thousand words paint you the most exquisite picture
you've ever heard with sweeping crescendos of cascading red and orange colliding with blue bass lines on a black invisible pallet of infinity churning
unspoken loud reverberations of emotional discourse
that raises your conscious right of your chair and dances and screams.