#9

Things I've Repeated Need Explanation

Inevitably in search of the truth you walk in circles too large and the tracks get all messed up. I don't want to walk a straight path but I need people there walking with me.

What does it mean to be electric?

Hairs on your arm are standing up obviously and men or women, sometimes both, take care to step into or out of your way. Either way, they take care. They do and you take care to breathe in the earth, or whatever you perceive is the earth, that important thing. It is one thing and you are absolutely electric for it. It is alive. You feel every particle pumping blood along and you urge it to pump faster so that you may burn out and die young. You want to take everything along with you. This moment is a pinnacle and an epiphany that you are saddling for a brilliant sunset. There needs to be nothing left after this. It could all be nuclear wasteland, a novel's worth. The setting now, though you breathed it in, is completely unimportant. As are sentence structure and the possibility that you are running on and on and on without stopping. The most important thing is feeling and feeling fast so that it doesn't slip away like an eel, this feeling, because that's what it feels like it might do.

What do you do when you're electric?

You hold and live and breathe until it passes over you. As your own holy ghost you have certain responsibilities. You catalogue and never buy into anything but this once. You sing and you dance where you thought you had no capacity. Things are unlocked and you spill like a slot machine. This is all happening and if you could fully grasp the word aware or alive then it would be perfect. You come as close as you think you can.