What strange energy in the air tonight!

It feels wet and cold, crisp and electric,
and my open heart floods into the light
of the candle that burns without a stick:
The music ripples over my humble 
head, like simultaneous waterfall 
cusps – atop and below -, and I mumble
these verses into the illumined wall:
It separates my mind from my meaning,
like horns separate a sheep from a ram,
and I butt my head against its streaming
current, strike with all the strength that I am: 
Stubborn but sensitive to energies,
I forge new dreams from my bad memories.
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