terrific cloud, close to
dominating the sky, allowing the lightening
to scream its frustration
this place heavenly- gift of the magi.
wisps picking themselves upward
the stratosphere- that which is my bride
and all my space
who i unfortunately terrify,
who questions my existence, then
ceases to, then
thinks of what an explosion might feel like.
please endow this shock a birth,
a place to sit-
both molecular and universal at once. two
reflect one another
when one and one face. all the spores
speak over each other
becoming a reaching star.
do not questions the genius. stay quiet,
who do not find appeal in royalty.
i am home.