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Electricity at Atmospheric Pressure
because the human body is conductive
flowers bloom at the ends of filaments
the aluminum can pulled through party
ice weeps in my hand, condenses water
your eyes thin the back of my neck
like a knife growing too close
a shiver drips down the skin
of my collar, the button up
gathering sweat, my body
jolts fusing flesh like solder
I heard that to stop connecting is to die
sooner. I am a plasma globe
voltage in an evacuated glass tube
a cavity filled with noble gasses
engaging enough space to transmit
a single tendril when touched
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