Things feel quite hectic.

[Inside, and out.].

Rather… dissociated. 

As it were.

And I think/

to tell the truth/

I'm quite nervous/

at the prospect/

of coming back/ to/

the living.

Or.  [Perhaps.].

This is more like it.

All these sparks. 

All my love.

Every minute. 

To write. 

And apply my brain.

Like electricity.