My wash board back has found
purity in the electric of my
nervous system
i do not waver.

I have found better ways to spend time
a million lives before
and i will continue
a million light years
after.

How long is an inch,
and how long is a minute.

These things never made sense to me.
Like stops are starts
and stays are  goes
and clocks just keep on ticking.
until the power runs out.
Then where is my Tesla thoughts.
My power coil
my electric edge
my hat of foil
where is my power coming from?
the sun the son?

Fill me with your electric
and i will test the waters
for this ever so pure
baptism.