Voltage II

But listen

Even lightning

Must gather itself before it cleaves the sky

I have gathered

I have stood inside the anatomy of collapse and named it rehearsal

Have felt the surge rise beneath my ribs

And chosen—not to extinguish it—but to contain

There is power in the unspent

There is dominion in the held breath that does not betray itself

You think stillness is absence?

No—it is a field of charged quiet

A storm disciplined into elegance

A body that could unravel the room and instead chooses to remain

So do not come near me expecting softness alone

I am composed of forces that negotiate with fire

That bend impulse into precision

That hold entire voltages behind an unshaken gaze

And if I touch you—it will not be by accident

It will be because I have decided exactly how much of the current you can survive

To be continued . .