Today I feel
The thrum of electricity
In the near constant tingling
And intermittent spark that
Leaps across my fingertips
And crackles in the air
I am the dowsing rod universal
And the same energy courses
Within and without
With the humidity so high
And the pace of change
Accelerating the plot
Yet again thickens
To the consistency
Of a rich béchamel
But not yet nor ever
Do I imagine there will
Come a day when I rue
The discovery of the
Golden Flower within
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| From the Extension Chord series by Brad Melamed |
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