Dynamo / by Alyson Khan

I am ready for direct current Rip through me Blast past my boundaries Leap over the blurry edge Pull me over the well-defined Edge of the abyss

And I will land I know not where

Quick, gather the fragments Pieces of the vision Have pierced through God-Glance Sharp breath Capture in scraps, paint and glue

{This post is the 5th in a series of writings inspired by the titles of my most recent wood assemblages.}