the alpha wizard
was it the wire or the tree
or wayward balloons
bursting the ceiling
allowing meteoric pulses to
enter the atmosphere
uninterrupted
was it the whiskey
or the rye
that sparked something
out of nothing
like lightning in the sky
throwback man
walks around half-naked
carrying torch by daylight
poking sticks at stars by night
extending arms high above his head
he spreads his fingers wide
electrically connecting dots
whether seen or unseen
from the nondescript beginning
to an imaginary end
february two thousand seventeen
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