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      I am the light of the world! The one

      and only Elektro Electricus Electricity!

      I’m the path of righteousness the way of

      all things The Juice! I’m the amber glow

      of a leopard’s eye brindled by its own fur

      I’m a white tongue forking sky with truth’s

      high fidelity I’m the heart of matter –

      Sensational! I’m the tongue’s tender slug

      squirming in your mouth your palette’s

      glottal-stops stuttering your vocal chords

      fluttering under exhaled oratory speech’s

      butterfly flitting from thought to thought

      in the short hay-sweet summer of human

      breath I’m the mouth’s and the mind’s

      embouchure fluting the world’s cadences

      Things and the space they’re in all that’s

      between them and beyond I’m intelligence

      and what it apprehends even its own

      subtlety speed and essence I’m the bolt

      of lightning in your brain Homunculus!

      Your ancients put me to such simple games

      (between slaughter you’ve made them

      children at) The way dust stuck to a resin

      pebble The way a rod of fossilised pine

      tar picked up a feather or a spar of jet or

      raised a girl’s crackling mist of hair Even

      those battle-crazed Crusaders those Mars

      struck horse-borne unearthly errant knights

      were fearful of the charge that prowled

      hot armour that click of blade on bone

      shocking the groom’s cybernetic arm I

      was bewitching daemonic elusive a

      sleeping beast or beauty highly charged

      definitely on the wild side where anything

      could happen and did without your know

      how or why – the way I like things best

      I was legend folklore pure faery sheer

      unadulterated undiluted unaccounted

      Myth I told you the world was more than

      it seemed and more various I induced

      your godly instincts through naked

      uninsulated fear lit candles in each

      way-side shrine struck psalms from the

      flint walls of chapels novenas from

      each church’s vaulted hush Respect!

      But what hype! What snake-oil conning!

      Cheap tricks! Such superfluity of terror

      Such abundance of superstition! Such

      sophistry somersaults forward rolls

      and back-flips of theological minds

      Such pogroms persecutions and piss

      taking Such whispered prayerful

      susurrations! Holy shit! The whole

      religious racket from Allah to Yaweh

      to sweet creeping Jesus sparked by

      the odd incineration forest fire

      stricken ass or burning bush! That

      was more than even I’d bargained for!

      I was Other The unknown ineffable

      uncharted realm weird dimension of

      the unmapped unexplored undiscovered

      land at sky’s end I was the cartographer’s

      wet dream the dragon’s tail thrashing an

      ocean’s curdled clouds to foam I took

      a long-term view so this was all a gamble

      a game the first round of a hidden hand

      a spot of pitch and toss just for starters

      This was catch-as-catch-can and let’s

      face it – you couldn’t No sooner did you

      have me than I’d gone Here one minute

      absent the next Now you see me now

      you don’t I’m nothing if not philosophical

      Times change even if Time doesn’t Only

      teasing! (But you know what I mean)

      Now you think that just by looking in

      my direction with a little algebra the

      mathematics of that juiced-up brain I

      grew for you that I could be changed by

      your cat-killing curiosity be somehow

      different than I am? You think that your

      inquisition might change me? Now listen

      up and listen good! I’m no pathetic fallacy

      no abstruse allegory no mere metaphor

      illusion allusion or fable I’m no pale shade

      or parable I’m not your elusive immortal

      damnable everlasting soul I’m no loitering

      wraith of your pale consciousness No way!

      It’s me that cuts the mustard round here

      and pretty damned hot so get this into your

      pretty little head once and for all I’m not

      like I am merely because you see me that

      way No! I simply am Get it? Got it? OK

      I’ll concede I’ve never made it easy for

      you but why should I? I’m downright

      touchy a twisted twat a nightmare to

      know Clasp me just once the wrong

      way and you’ll feel the lash of my studded

      belt and not let go you’ll hang on for

      grim death see me glitter in the darkness

      beyond life (that gutter you’re star-gazing

      from) You’ll find out that I’m for real I’m

      for keeps Hey presto! Abracadabra! One

      flash of light just one glance in your direction

      and everything’s over changed forever or

      begins again The boulder skids backward

      over time’s scree of broken hours avalanching

      the millennial mountain burying the back

      breaking ball-grinding path trodden by those

      selfish genes DNA’s little scam to get ahead

      There! I told you I was a god though not the

      oracular or household sort Not the meekly

      crucified or doe-eyed kind More baleful

      more Baalful more the jealous type the

      wrathful deity shock-jock or vengeful Jove

      Give me a rod of blue-blazing iron over a

      crook of curled horn any time! Eléctricité

      Electricidad Elektrizität Name me if you

      can It was always worth a try But remember

      I name you and name your world – the way

      you sign yourself in billboard lights across

      your tiny global one-horse town But what’s

      in a name when your idea of time is so

      temporary so touchingly tentative? Oh I

      grant you were a quick learner once you’d

      bred out the ape in you dug into rocks

      mined minerals felt magnesian’s tug at

      iron the lodestone swinging north in its

      twine cradle Earth’s drawn guts quivering

      the longboats sculling through fire and

      blood This way to Old Nick the grand

      paymaster! This way to cash and carry

      the wages of sin! This way to the immanent

      ineffable glorious everlasting Truth! You

      country hicks you hat-tipping straw-chewing

      gobsmacked stunt-pulling hucksters were

      getting slick and warm at last I was in no

      hurry I’d seen it all before Another time

      another place But of all the crummy joints

      in the universe you had to pick this one?

      Play it again but get the tempo the melody

      the key the chords the sequence of the song

      straight I’m pure hubris in the hands of man

      I’m Zeus’ head-banging brat the thorn

      scorching fire of war the double-edged double

      honed double-crossing blade of beauty

      splitting the marble-white Olympian brow

      Talking of mythology (the comic-strip way

      you explain things) remember Hephaestus?

      That crippled arc-welder up to no good?

      And his thieving mate Prometheu
    s? His

      true theft his true gift was me and I was

      torture to him ever after Guilty as charged

      chained with iron riveted in bronze

      shocked by Zeus’ thunder-bolted finger

      gutted by lightning’s ravening white

      eagles on the drenched rocks of…Well

      yes let’s get to it eternity Eternity?

      Tell me about it! That snatched meaning

      that smugly human word for endlessness

      infinity the always-vacant room beyond

      the desk clerk’s grasp No sooner do you

      spiral out there on your pretty diaphanous

      angel’s wings of thought (that luminous

      flux of light imagination’s voltage

      guttering in the vacuum packed space

      of heaven) than you bolt back blackbox

      it with laws solder it with words the

      leaden vowels of a quotidian mind Then

      when it all gets too heavy to hold you

      posit a finite universe? Get real! Give

      me a break! And remember what goes

      around comes around Time perhaps (you

      think) to roll out your brightest luminaries

      Galvani Volta Kelvin Faraday? Why not?

      After all they tried to guess my nature

      ingratiate themselves seduce then pimp

      me to servitude! Franklin spiked my

      favourite most awe-inspiring party

      trick Old Faithful my oak-splitting

      temple-shearing steeple-wrecking bolt

      He strung you a line in copper and I

      bought it OK no problem I can be pliable

      amenable reliable when nicely asked

      when your conduct is suitably aligned is

      altogether proper and correct But if it

      wasn’t tricks with kites and lightning

      (self-evident truths) it was some masque

      of trivial pursuits – that gavotte of frog’s

      legs on ionised wire – or it was the very

      stuff of nightmares Frankenstein’s unrisen

      clay his makeshift corpse and twitching

      limbs his pearly eyes rolled back by my

      miraculous spark of life speech already

      rotting his purple lips with loneliness Pure

      fiction! Or so you thought Man that is

      born of Woman and nothing else but the

      holy word of God Man that hath but a

      short time to live and is full of misery

      and cometh up and is cut down like a

      flower etcetera etcetera What a yawn!

      Come play with me and we’ll see about

      that with a little cryogenics but it won’t

      be your kiss they’re woken with or any

      other kiss but mine My blue-sparking

      lips My speech melting their deep-freeze

      complexions their slush puppy icing of

      never-lasting death What a rush! But I

      digress At least you were getting a handle

      on me getting the hang of it with your

      arcane paraphernalia The generation

      game in full swing now At long last you

      were harnessing nature making me your

      tool and I was a little shocker neither

      grateful nor ungrateful merely along

      for the ride (anything for a buzz!) and

      time for a little bonding ionically or

      ironically perhaps You might even say

      I’d become iconic Quite a mouthful!

      But before you knew it I was schlepping

      through saltwater slinking across iron

      zinging into cells of acid slipping through

      coils of copper tags of zinc anode/cathode

      attraction/repulsion You held me for the

      first time speculated so that I accumulated

      and yes I stayed around for the party –

      after all you had potential now Conventional

      current didn’t get my drift but your apparatus

      worked and that was all that mattered My

      induction your deduction terminals bristling

      sparking at last with light with tungsten’s

      brilliant heat neon’s coy blush something

      altogether more noble more municipal

      than curiosity or courtier’s games I was

      charismatic a must at every party! I’d

      arrived and how! You couldn’t wait to

      turn me on in village streets towns cities

      factories farms Even tin roofed shacks in

      the middle of nowhere stuck like tiny glow

      worms to my web of light the bright net

      that’s always down there trawling the

      blackest tides of night Darkness – that

      other princely kiss – was licked at last!

      I was the original alchemist and alchemy

      it was me turned base metal into cheap-skate

      gold mined earth’s salts heaved scrap iron

      quicker than a man or slave or horse I was

      at your service all present and correct

      That’s me at your wrist for instance marking

      time All that was merely the beginning

      just for openers a pretty good hors d’oeuvres

      though the main course was still out

      there somewhere beyond my electroplate

      glitter Earth’s vamped-up carousel of

      fairground lights What a laugh when

      Einstein went in for Bodyline chalked up

      those long odds slung down that hardball

      curve at the speed of light! I didn’t get it but

      didn’t let it get to me I hadn’t peaked yet

      took guard hooked his fast stuff to the out

      field the boundary fence of chaos the long

      grass of uncertainty Uncertainty? Oh yes

      that became your guiding principle irresistible

      logic magnetic north of the human mind your

      natural state your state of grace if only you

      knew it my enfants sauvages And chaos?

      Those butterfly wings softly beating That echo

      of the Big Bang that whisper of the very first

      word the whimper you’re told was there in

      the Beginning? Well think of Shit Creek in

      a barbed wire canoe Imagine hell in a hand

      cart A snowball in a solar storm! But don’t

      think you can talk about everything garrulous

      ape You got lucky with me that’s all But then

      I’m a safe bet the dead cert you could put your

      hair shirt on to trump all that bluff prevarication

      doubt double-talk and second-guessing I’m

      Lady Luck herself your Ace your straight run

      your prile your royal flush of electrons

      the Joker in your power pack! Why don’t

      you cut your losses throw in the towel

      stack the deck admit that you’re alone?

      A loser faking it when I’m everywhere

      and everything when I’m the real deal?

      Here’s Newton in a spin struck dumb as

      a pig with an apple in its mouth Here’s the

      quantum level nothing quite predictable

      or safe your new-found friends those

      charming quarks in jester’s motley cavorting

      just where you thought you’d found the

      indissoluble indivisible grain of matter

      Nothing simply true after all nothing

      where it should be when it ought to be

      everything spinning out of logic your

      physics gone autistic each particle jumping

      and skipping at the same time in two

      places at once whirling inside its own furiously

      blurred helix just like the Pleiades those

      seven doves Orion chased The more you look

      the more they disappear So now you�
    ��ve got

      the universe’s petticoat its red shift squinting

      in the corner of your eye? How to explain

      all this? How to untangle all these strings?

      Holy cow! Jumping Jehovah! Jesus H Christ!

      How? OK first take one extra cooperative

      cat curled in a biscuit box and drop some

      radioactive isotope in there just for kicks

      rig it to a trip-hammer a phial of acid –

      poor pussy! – close the lid on the whole

      caboodle count to a given number Let’s

      say none a nanosecond almost nothing

      nada nichts niente nowt According to

      our bright sparks in the Science Department –

      and you have to hand it to them they like

      a laugh – our purring friend ends up dead

      and alive at the same time reductio

      ad absurdum! You have to chuckle It’s

      enough to make a cat grin all that stuff

      about multiple worlds antimatter super

      positions or to put it more succinctly – a

      hatfull of arseholes – neither one thing

      nor another Another fuckup another

      facelift another frenetic false start? Or

      am I merely all things to all men? Hard

      to tell eh? It’s a crisis of faith a theological

      black hole the mind’s white dwarf a hitch

      a liturgical glitch enough to make you

      search again for that old dilettante God

      And look! Here He is! Never far away

      late home again with His brandy and

      cigar breath creeping back to Eden

      fumbling the re-entry latch tip-toeing

      tipsy after a few aeons of interstellar

      parties bonhomie seduction booze tom

      catting and good hot procreation in that

      parallel universe you dropped Him in

      Look! He’s home Just in time to fuck

      you up eternally and beyond to tuck

      you up into oblivion Well not yet Not

      quite Maybe in His infinite wisdom His

      inexhaustible patience He’ll let the party

      go on late allow a few more charades a

      few more centuries to play scrabble with

      the codes of life until the next the last

      singular event Things are heating up

      nicely now! You’d like to change my

      channel? Switch over? Switch off?

      True I can’t choose you as you have

      chosen me but remember I sent a billion

      shafts of pure forked fear before you

      dared to call me friend Some friend!

      My caress can take the hair from your

      lip or legs blaze an eagle on your chest

      tattoo Love or Hate across your fists

      needle your mother’s name burn a

     


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