Wikipedia has let me down again, nothing I can link to about electrical sneak paths, which inspired a fairly decent lyric rough draft just now. It just needs an ending, one more solid.
Excerpt:
My future
does not cut cross-grain,
up-river, or against the wind:
I flood the die and solder self
to self.
I like that excerpt!
Thanks, Joanne. This draft is so full of electrical double entendres that I can’t decide if it works, so I’m glad to know this bit does.