101-07

They look at the mountain
They wait for the fire
They ask why the sky is quiet

We are down here
In the dirt
Moving the earth
Adama

They want the spark
The sudden flash
The quick release to feel alive
A jolt of power to feed the flesh

But a spark without a wire
Just burns the house down

The teacher from below gave us the blueprint
It is not a battery to charge the ego
It is a grid
A nervous system for the empty hands

We are digging trenches in the dark
Under the surface of the pride
Because if the power hits a broken circuit
It turns to violence
It turns to noise

God is not withholding the current
He is laying the cables

God is not withholding the current
He is laying the cables

Hold the line
Lay the wire
Prepare the ground