i stand in the area of the lightning strike,
noticing the smoke coming from the ground.
i did not know then, that I was the lightning.
powerful and hot, aiming for that spot;
focused on the moment of brilliance
to cradle in the patch of earth.
once the idea was let free-
i see it shoot out of me, ready to be acknowledged and admired-
AIM- AND FIRE.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
i stand in the area of the lightning strike,
noticing the smoke coming from the ground.
i did not know then, that I was the lightning.
powerful and hot, aiming for that spot;
focused on the moment of brilliance
to cradle in the patch of earth.
once the idea was let free-
i see it shoot out of me, ready to be acknowledged and admired-
AIM- AND FIRE.
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