My heart is a quantum theory
where particles accelerate,
never finding a nucleus
in and out of my headís contiguous porting.
I know itís old technology
but really they are all steam,
those energy stations around the world
perspiring for power.
Sweatís no different here
rising in billowing thinking,
the exertion of making contact
binary explosions of negative and positive.
Nought and one live in
the discharging patterns of now,
from the sun on my photovotailic scalp
are new atomic numbers beyond reckoning.
My reactorís in meltdown all the time
in striving excess without cooling,
fusion down the nebula of living
for love of it we are all off the grid.