A switch flipped in me -
10,000 volts of electric thought to my brain.

Ideas relit by invisible power
play out in pixels
behind my closed eyelids.

A current hums through my veins.
My body a buzz of potential energy
waiting to connect.

Neurons hiss and crackle
igniting new pathways of ingenuity.

At last, my spirit sighs
as it settles into the energy
of creation,
at last.


pamero said...

whoa, maybe we should plan the next ekklesia soon! ;)

Michele said...

i come back to visit this poem from time to time.

i love it.