The Thunderstorm

The sky sits heavy in anticipation
of another murderous, wonderful thunderstorm

The sunlight has not yet seeped
out of the rich cloth of the world

Lightning flashes, pulverizing and white-hot
Skeletons dance behind scarlet lids

The night grins down like a delirious madman
Where it goes, I follow
Spouting dead gibberish at world’s end

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