electron tube

I am somewhere else, one step further, inside the intensity.
I am in the electron tube, in condensed time,
I sit inside efficiency,
I am where something is felt —
where the juice has turned tincture,
where everything moves forward,
where colours erupt,
where feelings scorch the chest
and words cut clean,
where thoughts are concrete,
scratching at my skin, knocking at my skull.
I let them in.
I stood at the stop once —
I’ve already boarded.
Don’t look for me there.
I am on the way, in flight,
seeking the righteous and the right ones,
the fast ones,
and those who have long walked beside the line,
dancing, shifting,
with a firm step.
Those who want.
Those with force.
Those who gather it.

I am in the electron tube.
I remove the filter.
I feed from the hollow hand.
Knowledge, thought, power — no disguise.
I am raw, streaming outward.
Travelling through substance.
I am in the electron tube.
I boarded long ago.
Don’t look for me there.
I am further on,
seated inside efficiency,
charged with intensity,
reduced to essence.
Up here, on kilometre stilts,
everyone wears seven-league boots.
Breathing unused air —
slightly cool, a knowing smile,
barely visible.
I. Feel. EVERYTHING.