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| Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis - LIGHTNING - 1909 |
Sea of White Above Me
There is a storm above my bed.
Cumulonimbus towers bursting
From my head like temples
To spirits of a pagan persuasion;
Full of bubbling silhouettes,
Nebulous in their frames,
But certain of the power in their names.
They strike from on Abysmal High
And lightning carves a thousand scars
Into my viscid skin.
Scars that twist and turn to eyes
And peer with the lust of hunting raptors—
Demons of the Earth, now taken to the sky.
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