Shoal

I suppose the transcendence that is sought after Will come from a potential difference Belonging to an electron surge that will fill my cup To the brim So I can then tip my hat to the waiting masses With phalanges that sparkle and emit tiny hurricanes All for the honor and glory of the unrequited neural infarctions That spun off of your lips During those building moments where We hung onto the precipice with the skin of our teeth Yet there are no branches ejecting out from the side of this cliff To grasp onto During moments of terminal velocity Yes I thought someone would someday enter a vast trance and see everything I had hoped I had this power Not even Siddhartha could muster up this kind of energy I suppose we are just beautiful collections of atoms afterall