From somewhere to me
a spark descends; insinuates
A fragment of spirit
(whatever that means)
A happy invasion;
it triggers more sparks inside.
Neurons fire and the cannonade
Battle is joined in the depths.
Explosions light up the gloom.
Fireworks punctuate the night.
the sparks coalesce.
Each becomming less itself
and more part of a whole.
The new gestalt throbs for a while,
then throws out tentacles of jagged purpose;
lightning flashes with direction.
My hand moves the pen.
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