Circuitry


As any wayward pulse of power finds
its graceful, easy path and goes to ground;
as volts ride the labyrinthine designs
of silicon chips, tracing fissure, bound
by guiding flaw-- so will I, when unwound
to time by Nature's law, emit a light
from darkness.  Buried, I will then dig down
and free myself from out that blackest night
by lacing my soul like roots to lodestone:
With every sin filtered through iron ore,
and each doubt perished, rising to ozone,
my spiritual wholeness shall be restored
in death, to modulate magnetic force
and follow that voice to its purest source.