In front of you is steel.
But is it a vision
That you can feel?
The tall, rigid, lifeless towers,
Reach for the clouds.
Through the showers.
All with the purpose
Of expressing their power
Their imposing angular size
Is miniscule to the power they carry.
Black wires of limitless drive
That you can sense just barely.
I know the wires scream,
even though you can’t hear.
In order to find what they mean,
You must climb without fear.
You will discover a burning cloud of steam,
That only leaves behind what is dear.
Under the electricity, we think of feelings.
Besides its power, we wonder about love.
In the metal idol’s shade, we worry about life.
But the never-ending wires
Are the end of strife.
Because the tall metal structures
Are actually a kite.
So, stare with me at the power lines
Until day becomes night.
