Like quicksilver, it magnetically ran, from
Incandescent blue-black ether it crossed, on
Sparked jewel wires of ozone’s dynatron,
Unzipping the gale’s zephyr winds...
In through the thundering voice of friction, by
Cool of converging wet and heat, with
Atmospheric barometric pressure,
Flowing through channels of strata vapor...
Charged from friction’s inversion, on
Grounded capacity and relinquished voltage, it
Rides suspended through charged electrons,
Gilding the membranes of my eyes...
Seeking its own level of power, it
Drives the rain in a rumbling scream, where
The ache in my bones tell of its passing,
Flickering my shadow as a glittering entity...