It's like falling for an electric wire

Humming, gleaming,

Seed of fire.

I hear it cracking, it does,

Though I never know why, or how.

Again and again my fingers settle down

Just for the shock of singed skin.

"A new coat of paint for the wire!

It'll glow and glisten, it'll burn ablaze"

But in the eyes of this beholder

This beauty is mesmerizing enough

In its dilapidated skin

I'm desperate to know

The mechanics of the hum

Though judging by that eerie sound,

I must be another of these wires.