September Storm


There is no sleep as lightning strikes,
announced by booming thunder–
torrents elicit wicked smiles.

And, enveloped in darkness
a dangerous comfort,
razor sharp,
keeps a precarious hold.

Morals mingle
rivulet-ing through mind
as winds burst free
and flashes
explode into reality
disappearing
but imprinted.

Moments caught in sharp relief
bleed into night.
Wakefulness extends.

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