Electric
There’s no such thing as electricity.
As the wheel churns with no power at all.
Not magic, just a lack of pondering so much.
The things that shock us into a state of being or worse.
The spinning is fast enough to grind anything at all.
But it only destroys the questions.
There’s no such thing as thoughts.
If they were real, they’d be electric thoughts with a microphone shouting out.
But instead, we live stale.
Would be against us but we are too nothing-like.
An electric thought that could pass on.
Without the breath of anger.
Which makes us live longer days.
There’s no such thing as electricity.
That wheel rotates, creaks, and groans.
Nothing splatters.
Just tiny sounds like-
Metal against pavement.
There’s no such thing as electricity.
Don’t think about it.
And maybe you won’t get pulled under.
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