I really love how powerful and evocative Johnnyclyde's Electric Winter is. So I wanted to give it another listen and see what words fell out on to the page.. I just kept thinking about the inventor conducting the whole thing like a symphony- watching all the particles come together, dancing up a storm both violent and graceful.

It's very rough and a little in medias res but I wanted it to be a free associative sort of thing so just typed it straight into here.

combative.

fighting for space. 

I am leaping between the spaces

of

cold static air

blistering fragments  

whipping into snow

swirling trails into the crisp

fractured and beautiful

dancing up a storm

in sheets of ice and bitter cold

I am alive.

I am here.