Writing By Lightning
As a child
Certain skies would brighten me
Ransacking the most remote back-alleys
Of my imagination.
Some nights when the sky would explode
Into a dainty parade of bolts
And knock down silently captivating saplings
I would let the celestial blitzkrieg
Provide final form for my vitally molding mind
Making me thunderously bright.
I have since grown up in annual fragments
Occasionally I feel the revivifying enlightenment
Of a brainstorm
That's only the allowance of my creative firepower.
For the most part I can no longer withstand the ...