You may not belong there.
The most precious are rare
from the rest who don't share
that for which this room care.

And so here is somewhere
we are harder to scare
may you find strength to stare
back the eyes that compare
those blinded by our glare
from burdens we may bear.

And may love help prepare
us for lovely repair.

This constant rain and thunder
never ceases, makes me wonder
why lightning looks like shutterflash
taking pictures of my life...
Afterimage and epic photonegative
redroom and redsky, black and white
antiqued and superimposed
into a dull square picture frame
display this moment of my life for eternity.
i'm blinded by flash after flash
of lightning before my eyes
as i'm carried off by gale winds
into the clouds and i'm never seen again...