the offshore lightning is kin
on inter- and intra-connection on the seashore
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A painting frenetic moving,
soundless from our distance on shore,
striking the water dark in complex rhythm
monochrome visualizer of a high paced song.
.
The storm’s winds press across sand,
press into bare skin, press through bone;
to grasses and shrubs, tangling limbs
— the only storm we’ll feel tonight.
.
As clouds’ bellies alight from lightning’s
punishment of waters sound and deep;
as the sky connects with sea to littoral to dune —
to me, to you —
all threads together, through and through.
.
Through the in-between, spiritual, molecular,
— all bonds together created from the same:
of shell, plasma, stars, and blood;
of spines, roots, veins, claws.
.
Whichever god we call to,
whichever theory allow us fitful sleep:
entangled within and without,
the unknown binder and emulsion.
.
The lightning rolls away slow, deeper
into the ink black of the sleeping Atlantic;
creeping outward til it tires out
just as we tire out from yesterday’s sun,
just as we walk towards city’s orange sky
— away from retreating noiseless thunderstorm
.
to sleep off whiskey
to sleep off heavy legs
to sleep off the burden
of heavy revelation
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About the Creator
Chaia Levi
like if Nabokov had a brain injury
artist, writer, photographer
instagram, tiktok, tumblr: @chaialevi
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