i am addict to the electrics of thunderstorm cleansing
when all control gives way and impulse heartbeat hot, thick blood
reigns on high with zero nod to
decency
out the window leaping careening if only I could fly
and render myself to the
storm then I would burst
and shatter
into a million brilliant
daggers of
bliss
mistified the hollow wears a cloak of soft fabric a velvet veil of stardust settled hovering amidst earthly form hush a whisper carries brilliantly through the fog time is here we are now we have begu
shaded greens whisper gradually tongues of silhouetted daylight crouch like gossiping maids and cronies beneath the gentle foliage i bend to test the smell of earth dewy, musty, fertile crops of moss