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Across the city the electricity yearns to touch
each trembling soul and I awake
in the middle of the night to tremble, shake
within my very core this deep earthquake
of being known
Our separateness we take for granted only choosing
where and how we embrace
but deeper truths we dare not face
Like splinters or like shattered glass
through unity each soul will pass
and differentiate at last
in being known
I’d cry to gods that are long gone
borne on electrical torrents and storms
to other lands and other souls less fickle
and less defiant than
our little selves
and we’re left sitting on the shelves
of ancient libraries of time
but through our electricity soft, sublime
for moments connection may be mine
and being known

(c) Helen Valentina 2017