god is in the wine (and the wire)
the light above me starts
humming and pulsating
distractedly
and it was then I realized
some higher power was communicating to me
telling me how there is so much more
to learn about myself
down below in the basement
inside the fuse box
hot wires pass over neutral ones
arcing into obscurity
sending cross currents
to the nearest known light
november two thousand sixteen
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jdubqca 
Higher power or Aliens?? Perhaps you’re just tapping into the greater cosmos. I like the paths your poem is taking my mind on.
that’s wonderful – there is nothing quite like taking never before seen paths….
nice
thank you 😀
… and beyond the fuse box… a Power for hire. forget to pay… a glass of wine, maybe drink from the bottle as you contemplate the eternal darkness.
Great post.
Thank you for your comments on this one, Chris…they’re much appreciated.