Morning voltage rises without a breaker’s command
Pedals close the circuit between home and the grid
Asphalt becomes a long, imperfect conductor
I inject myself into the line
Each rotation is a steady-state assumption
Wind adds resistance. I didn’t model
My breathing introduces harmonics
Speed oscillates around an unstable mean
Voices in my ears speak of faults and limits
A podcast becomes an external
Ideas arrive delayed, phase shifted
Some reflect back, some are absorbed
At a traffic light, a transient peaks
A thought overshoots before it settles
I note the shape, not the number
This will matter later
The office appears like a termination
Reflections die slowly in my head
I dismount, still ringing
The system is not yet at rest
