It seems my brain
Registers barometric pressure.
The electrical currents
Are dismantled
Dismembered
Unplugged
Sometimes even
Reconnected
In unexpected ways.
I watch the colors
Of fluorescent light,
Feel the buzz.
I think we might get snow
Perhaps rain
Maybe there will be dancing
In the puddles
In the streets
Or everything will freeze;
Ice skating will be the option
Of choice.
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