Super Conductors

They conduct and transmit 

Their daily loads ..

Without a sound ..

Without a buzz

They seem inert 

Static and loose 

Held by their insulatory poles

Absorbing heat of the years 

Silently ..

Vehemently ...

The eternal flow

Between their potentials & zeros

And the resultant; unending journey, 

The fruit of;

Those seven loops 

Taken somewhere,

In the heat of rituals,

And society 

But what we don't know 

How they heal themselves 

They unite in fractions 

And bond impeccably 

To lick one another's wounds 

And scars