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new ink, old lines that sprawl and wind
tributaries of runes calligraphed by half-understood
so doubly-felt pulses of more than blood
the electricity you draw aches and arcs
in waves to make Tesla proud with that smile
at once hubris and hidden
i want to reach through the plasma frames
past the simple dyads and kiss you
in the hot shadows of your bed
it's a fair piece and long time coming
but i am stone-patient wrapped around
a river's serpentine swing
never stopping, ever crooked
breaching my banks, a mad torrent forward
toward the sea of you
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