Pass past

play on serious words.

My fever is spiking.

 

There is no ground to shield my face.

From aluminous soot, that poisons my taste.

 

Currents of energy passed and past.

See me, seawater; sound wave crash.

Stillness drifts me far from shore.

Separate spirit from its electrical core.

 

Thirst consumes me; words ever speak.

Soul never tires; flesh grows weak.

Author's Note

Thoughtful comments are certainly best.