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Walls of light

Standing planes and panes

Like prisms akimbo to light

Have held me rapt here

With skin in the game

Comfort be confound in coy

Contrasted by temperate untouchables

Hot like colors

Never seen lightning linger long

Enough to picture

Over iron mountains, topped mesas,

Yet you can smell the rain too, can’t you?

Miles away, the ions spin colliding

Into calm air-

Fixed for change.

We were warned,

Senselessly.



Painting by Jasper Francis Cropsey, Catskill Mountain house, 1855 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.