Power lines run
from the sunlight down to earth
to those who once walked here passing by
Power lines run
from the rivers up north
through the dark forests
down to the new districts in the south,
to great structures in a different language
Power lines run
between people,
glowing copper wires that sing in the night,
dark and mute when everything has been said,
green and sprouting like thin roots
Power lines run
between those who rule
and those who try to grab hold of their lives,
power lines between the way it once was
and the way it will one day become