|Midst of the night. The moon, the watchman|
rolled in a cloud to sway in the dreams.
Darkly skies. Cicadas - so loud.
A storm's approaching. The vision's dim.
Suddenly - burst! Zeus is throwing
magnetic spikes cause the earth
the seizure between lighting explosions
light...dark...as life's rebirth.
I keep my eyes open, awaiting for a shift,
trying to fit in my questions and answers,
the faces, the plots - before new rain hits
to rinse toxic vibes and turn into...fireworks!