a verse dualectic

electric alternating currents flow 
in the focused see-the-soul sense 
a metaphor for the course 
upon which a we can walk 
step by step next to steps 
weaving blank ets across our 
subjective starry night 
you start: 
one line 
I see 
and now it's 
two thirds of a haiku 
syllables be damned 
we're in this together 
restful, trustful, fruitful 
friendly fertilization 
between minds who
wish to dance as bees 
finding flowers 
seeing scares 
and sharing each map 
with another swift step
of the poet's pen