A September sun sets and I am a crumbling crooked bolt of lightning
Flashing and panicked in the arms of a wide world
Knowing I am impossible to contain, impossible to hold
Impossible in the dead of the night when the sparks in the sky
are brighter, everlasting, more sure than I
Too thin for the work of a steady soul
I am a snapshot, a flicker in time
Something to tell your children, if only in horror stories
I am deadly and inescapable, a static cling on your fingertips
A rumble in your inner ear
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