This buzzing current is always there,
as if it came out of thin air.

Not just one, but two:
one that’s orange,
and one that’s blue.

I conduct complementary colors like a circuit,
too much of one and I’ll blow it.

But, sometimes I want to float in a neon tangerine,
or sink into a deep marine.
A younger me thought I should be wired in between;
a steady achromatic machine.

The more I live, the more I see;
life happens in extremes.
It is when I can conduct both things, 
simultaneously,
that I discover the dimensionality of being.