We’re ever excitable dust particles, some attracted
to light, some poised in darkness,
all attracted to anything that is charged.
Sometimes you see us,
Other times you don’t notice we’re there,
And at other times you rustle the order of matter so violently,
We have no choice but to enter your senses.
We’ll cause you to sneeze,
Choke on us,
Pat your body down and clear your ears.
We enter through unseen crevices,
Even when you protect all your senses.
The soul knows when it wants us,
We lurk in the dark,
Or manifest in rays of light.
We’re always present,
We feel you….
We sense when you’re negatively charged,
And we’ll make our way into your very core,
A line, a stanza, a manifesto,
A spark, an ignition, a shock,
A lightening bolt, a bomb,
We’ll give you what you need.
For you, we’ll bleed.
We’ll be the tincture, we’ll drip feed.
We’ll be the soil, or the seed,
Turn the pages of your soul,
Force you to read.