Life
The moon is dead
Lightning freaks through the wrathful sky
Clouds dancing with white fire
unleash pregnant prisms to stain the earth
and thunderclaps race like children lost
Ships, nippling the beast that was once the sea,
buck in fear
Gull staggers across the sky;
hermited
and shitless
Everyday it storms
and i’m always the gull.
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