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“We’ve got power!” squealing,
almost hugging
next-door neighbors
yesterday’s strangers
legs entwined in others’
wires recharging.

Blackhole hallways lifeless
like her eyes devouring
your tempest into darkness
and nothingness – yes,
we dared to laugh
down there in hot
masala chai and peanuts.

We’ve got power it seems
the spark’s alive in all
but I
wait for the pump to rid me
of devastation that floods
dingy chambers of my defunct
sub-station.

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