i was standing in a thunderstorm, watching the lightning play across the sky, the purple after images burned into my retinas
rain running down my head and into my eyes, the crash of thunder palpable, my heart racing with every flash of voltage
the smell of ozone burning mixed with that fresh rain scent, masking the odorless stench of misery and complacent agony
and then one majestic strike, from Odin or Zeus, perhaps Perun or Indra, struck the ground at my very feet and i felt it surge
i flew back weightless, the taste of pennies in my mouth and skin aflame, pain in the form of one billion volts of ecstasy
a glorious Lichtenburg flower blossomed upon my chest as the spasmic throes of keraunoparalysis held me in it’s rictus grasp
caught in that delicious moment between life and death, the rain pattering upon my smiling face, an image of grandeur in my mind
it was her face that was painted on the canvas of my mind, her kiss coursing through my rigid form, her eyes the electric shock
and as i lay there on the precipitation soaked street, knocked head over heels by a different force of raw energy
i couldn’t help but think of it as a last kiss good night, the razor’s edge of divinity and pleasure so divine, of her, the fury so sublime
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Oh wow. Mike, this is absolutely stunning. One of the best I’ve read from you, and that’s saying a lot.
As a side note, I could hear your voice reading this, as I read it. It was quite a pleasure.
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not sure about the voice part, but thank you for the kind words. i like this one.
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It’s wonderful!! And your voice is great. (Don’t worry, I don’t like my voice either lol)
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I guess no one really does. I always thought I sounded manlier than I do. I did three minutes or listening to the podcast and shuddered.
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Hahaha! You’re funny. You voice did sound a *little* different on there, but it was definitely you.
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The connection was a bit spotty. I had a few difficulties hearing. Let’s blame that.
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Yes, there were a few places I could tell you couldn’t hear or that it would cut out a little. Still, it was very fun, I thought.
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I mean: oh yeah, poor connections always change the sound of one’s voice.
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Right.
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We’re all on the same page here? Smiles all around? All right, let’s get back to writing!!
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Beautiful, Mike!
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Thank you. Your kindness is always appreciated.
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You’re welcome, it’s always my pleasure to read your beautiful writing Mike.
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it always amazes me when a brilliant poet says something like that to me. it will take a while to chip the smile off of my face.
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Likewise…still smiling!
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