my mind clouded
gray
dismal
can't see beyond my face
can't see at all
have to imagine
the stars beyond
the sun
the light
after the rain
but right now
i hold the cloud to me
magnetic thoughts cling
and gather to build up
bigger and bigger charge
until finally
it must explode
lightning bolts
from my thoughts
to the ground
touches base
with the earth
the old wooden tree is charred
splits into two or three or four
but whatever it is
its not the same as it was before
the clouds may return
again
and again
and again
but that tree is no longer
what it was
she fell in some way
the electricity
traveled a path
and made way
for itself
change
space
death
exposure of
inner linings
for the first time ever
light hits the inner most core
the tree will never close over
this break
this opening
when sun hits
the wood
the fire burns
away
what seems solid
clouds
seem solid too
but they are not
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