Second Son

I’m the second son in a long line of electricity’s children. I believe all the ghost and hero stories told to me by the moon during my one long evening of innocence. I’ve danced with lightning. I’ve had all-night philosophical conversations with lightbulbs. I’ve dissolved into stars, into the highest octave of diamonds. I am the front porch light refusing to rest until you’ve returned home.

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