Electrical Fields

You are a wandering island of lightning bugs

and I a passing ship of electric planks,

an ark of nervous conductance.

 

Though the buzzing in our neon fingers grow louder

in the tropical Pacific night

as I drift near to you,

the water lapping at our spastic lights,

neither of us is made of stopping

 

You will flash at the dark water,

sustained explosion and sharp sparks

beating at the clouds

 

While I sail on, your afterglow frothing in my wake,

a vessel of crackling, illuminating always

alien shores.

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While I sail on, your afterglow frothing in my wake,

a vessel of crackling, illuminating always

alien shores.