[lightening is creation]
lightening iscreation
one rib at a time
same break
straight
down the centre jagged not
clean
same sky
post-electric
green with the
dead weight of watching
things catch fire
same thunder
you're talking to yourself again
trees applaud but aren't
good company and can't even
bless or
curse you for the
rain or
tremble in the aftermath
in the broken flowers of your rage
lightening is
creation
one rib at a time and
it always hits the lowest place
so duck.
posted by Erin @ 4:13 PM
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