circuit breaker

See she whose head spits spark and fire.
Behind her iris, blue bolts of lightning – a thousand volts of recognition.
See her seize, such fits!
Hands reaching; they touch nothing.
A girl wired to an E.E.G. machine;
it spits endless rolls of high-peak spike, death valleys.
She’ll never be the same.
This status quo has her daily falling, failing.
No longer does she fear such strong current –
instead flies fast on tracks-electric,
moves through the copper-threaded wires
that drape from pole to pole; a ring, a dialtone.
The line has gone dead.
All the good doctors, well-wishers.
Everyone wants to be a savior, still she seeks no salvation.
Clutches instead the transformer; what a charge!
Specific-epileptic, so certain, clear in her words;
Let the sword of Damacles fall.
Daily she wishes for the last-gasp grand mal.
That which kills or brings sweet amnesia –
a crashing, blue lighning that burns away the memories.
Now a shaman lacking faith.
She is of no use to you any more.