Children of the Lightning Gods

The children of the lightning gods have their secrets revealed

Invisibility wearing the cloak of a physical phenomenon

The great flashes illuminate the skies with gaseous plasma

Raw currents, pulsating with an unseen abandonment

When earth and sky connect in a crashing and blinding event

Microbursts over microseconds finding equalization

While down below, the non-ambient charges always in motion

Snaking along, cleverly navigating the avenues of colored wiring

Integrated circuits chained to silicon slabs by shiny spot welds

Sparks jumping occasionally, like bursts from a magicians wand

Their only magic – a brief and blinding light, and possible death

Microchips, motherboards, semiconductors, electronic components

Alien but simplistic on their surfaces, tubular, round, or square

Stiff fields of green or grey boasting row after row of resistance

The one way streets of diodes with a path that leads to nowhere

Stored potential waits behind the trappings of lead battery walls

Nickle-Cadmium, Lithium Ion, Lead acid, even molten salt

Switches, sensors, voltage regulators, control units and relays

Obstacles all the same, consuming and diverting the flow

Electrostatic forces converge, opposites attract while likes repel

Electrons carry the weight, leading the charge from the valence

Conductivity and Insulation spar for dominance of the line

Fields unseen, pulling and pushing the spaces in between

Electrochemical cells enslaved for industrial production

A permanent magnet swims alone in a pool of mercury

Circulatory speaking tangential force applied magnetically

The entire universe bound by the legality of electricity

Coulomb, Kirchhoff, and Ohm serve on the court of finality

Controlling everything organically through friction and touch

Grounded circuits posted like anchoring sentries in waiting

Alternating, directing, modulating, and overrunning currents

Measuring and multiplying in volts, amps, watts, and ohms

A telling tale of controlling that which cannot be controlled

Currents on the least resistant path, slipping away silently

Queuing in solitude, balancing polarity, before finally bolting

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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