A billion volts beneath Your feet, on high there,
Double-clasping covert current in the sky-winged heat,
The wind walloping the power cable; Israel of the wasp-wing-beat
And sting, and tremble, life-times longer than the apple of
Your arrow’s eye, and sparrow, quivers on Your finger.
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