Monday, September 27, 2010

The Promise of Electricity


I'm watching lightning stagger and skip across the ceiling
flashes of white light like cracks in the plaster,
promising the electricity of a world I can only live in my mind.

I wish the lightning didn't come in such bursts,
or I would grab on to be taken away to wherever it goes when the flash disappears from my ceiling.


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