Spackle of light on sky
knifed across clouds
painted over
instant and bleary
too soon I turn my head
missed; too soon
the night and its
secrets; soundless
the distant storm
approaches; soundless
the wind alters direction;
unforgiving the trees
moan, there out in the
oily thick landscape
sonorous, the lightning
lights like deep breathes
on the filament, collapsing
space, an invisible hand
draws ivory streaks across
chalkboards of the night
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