Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The Powerlines

I don't understand how you do the things you do
I stand down here by your feet
Gazing at the immense works of art you put forth
The unparalleled intelligence
The air smells of ozone around you
I get just the hint of electricity flowing through the air above me
It is like you and everyone else has a conduit to conduct it
And all I have is an umbrella
Waiting to get struck with lightning

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