I tripped and I thought of you
Somewhere out there
It was clear
What I ought to do
Start to repair
The malfunctioning
Mechanized
Rusting organic
Still running on fumes
Like a thermodynamic
Volcanically
Manic
Depression
Sets in
And it comes and it goes
Through my wearing thin skin
And therein
Can my cells’
Mitochondrial jolt
By the god of storms
Galvanize
My thunderbolt