Thursday, October 13, 2011

Wet Reflection

Rolling Thunder,
rumbling, stumbling
incoherent night

Mirrored by the storm
my reflection is wet

Tears condense
like early morning dew
Newly cut grass
Freshly shaved faced

Thunder billows
into receptive ears
quivers my ribs
can't quantify this vibration

The air expands
and cracks...
..8 times hotter than the surface 
of the sun.

Thunder's what scares me
but the lightnings what kills you
God's got one hell of a system
Who built her box?

Fractal lasers
cloud to surface
and across the sky

The thunder rattles my cage
makes me crave freedom
Watch me dance through the rain.

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