It’s in the way
the glory of Gloom
takes all in eerie light,
as inbound fog
arrives, like a pall.
A dirge for Day
winds arising on united front;
our decay
brings warmth out of season
Don’t ever believe
(don’t ever believe)
you need to wait for things to get worse
before you decide to join
the Walkaways.
Living deicide
that harsh division in the sky
a Bone-ache and a tear in the veil
suggest a storms approach.
We’re lucky in we can see the signs.
Can’t know it, can’t know it.
(can’t know it, can’t know it).
so we learn to love
and live with it.
But all the more still,
we watch out for what’s coming
around the bend-
Rainfalls as hard as hail.
Thunderheads or other
explosions without an explanation
it makes the roof shake so.
White lightning
It’s terrific
How it makes it all look so absurd.
It’s disturbing
all the trauma
waiting in our futures
still to happen yet breaking thru the veil.
White lightning
I’m scared
to admit what it makes of all I’ve done.
Humbles and humiliates
often without cause
still pressures my body from afar the ways
it hits, then caresses,
affects that take down a hundred years
of history
as dismembered limb.
What branches of brain I have grown
or still keep intact.
It takes all I have-
to carry the calm before the storm
To carry the calm before the storm
to carry the calm before the storm.
White lightning
It’s striking
All you know
shifts in a moment.
It’s overpowering
recalls exactly what you don’t want to think.
White lightning.
I consider all these hands wrought
without my meaning to-
the ways in which
I’ve been harmed.
And what little influence
I really have,
most of the time I feel hardly
significant at all.
It’s gotten me up -
It’s got me up in arms now
for a future we enable ourselves to see-e-e.
Its certain, mystery-e-e emboldens us.
Eludes, while liberating us
vanquishes what we once were
all the while building trust through
the e-e-emergent
all the while doing what we can
to keep each other safe
and knowing That to be but a dream.
conjures sounds of a landscape, riparian in movement from the mystery of a foggy meadow, a woodland as a storm passes through, to the feelings provoked in the perspective from high hills and mountains Animal Laughter