trees

   branches

      violently forked

   their tips

grown heavy

   with lightning

      laughing between the leaves

         with static

            bursting into buds

         with circuits

   switching in the seeds

      see the rows as they roil

         with energy unrivaled

-

spark bright!

   arc-arbor

      nurture your

         eclectic electric fire

      with fire

         otherwise you will not be perfect

            and if you are not perfect

               you deny your maker with your failure

                  and i curse your coursing currents

-

may your rows fall in disarray

   may they grow overgrown

      may their harvest become a forest

   crash down into thunder

clash up into the sky

   casting light of pure power

      into a violent violet horizon

         that stabs at the sky

      as though at war with the gods

   a shocking empire

      scattering to ashes

         in the wind