I have seen perfection
and trembled at its awesome fury.
The once pillow soft haze
racing across a gray canvas.
A curtain hanging so low
that I could almost reach….
Electricity vibrating in all things living;
Filling an emptiness in my soul.
Each bright flash recalling a memory
thought lost a century ago.
The faint odor of the sea
In each hurtling raindrop
And for one brief moment,
A feeling of belonging.
A moment of bliss within perfection.
LighTeNinG
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