I saw the best capacitors of my generation destroyed by heat, dripping corrosive naked,
chewing through the verdant fiberglass at dawn looking for an angry trace,
angelheaded Rifas burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the sixty-cycle dynamo in the machinery of night,
who thinly and flimsily and epoxy-crazed and burnt sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of mesh-lined power supplies floating across the tops of high-current pass transistors contemplating 5V,
who bared their guts to Heaven under the influence and saw Mohammedan flames staggering through OVP illuminated,
who passed through inverters with radiant cool eyes hallucinating AI and edible rocks amongst the posters of Reddit...