Welling

where does it feel?

cobalt arcs on eggshell sternum

rides calcium and marrow

joint to joint to tip and returns

comes from nowhere

comes from somewhere,

over there

can we keep it? this time

will get away slipping

through hairline cracks on broken bones

and the gaps of her crooked teeth

bring me back the bottle shards

only a fool would seek to contain

lightning

or electricity

and silence,

night

it does not come

it does not go

it wells, but never overflows