You flick my switch with electric fingers
The current flows, I tense, stiffen and burn
I turn and float on white water rivers
Torrents no dam can hold back as they churn
All speech lost, ice-cold frost cracked, eyes roll, yearn
The whites of my bare soul both uncovered
The clear light of some other world that spurns
This temporary me, like a drunkard
Racing towards eternity so hard
I leave my microscopic universe
You are the wormhole and I am the worm
You are the gatekeeper, and the password
Is three-dimensional as this world blurs
These immense seconds, then senses return
Sun 9 Nov 2008
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