Olivia

I want to write today
I want to be in my flow
Not against my current (DC)
Within reason constantly shifting
A balancing act consistently (AC)
I am electricity
Like lightning, not pulling
I'll travel down the string
Wrapped tightly in hand
Like a theory sung out loud
On a windy day
I will thunder

You will see more
You will go further
You will create new ways
To describe days without me
Black out, Brown out, Power failure
You will wonder what
You ever did without me
A bastard child of Zeus
Or a mold of Jupiter
A Great Red Spot
Ripping the air apart
Try and get around me
With the biggest seams
No rings, but stripes and swirls
Twirls and raging girls
Romans winning
Each other over with pearls

Still fishing, Santiago
The sea is not dead
You will find yourself buoyant
Though the salt may sting
Your wounds will heal
Sterilely, a fire cleanse
From which you arise
Dreaming of all that could be
High like a kite
Dancing among the clouds
Charged and crashing into you
Satellites, Observers from another time
The Fringe is where we cuff it, right?