random lightning
flares
in the recesses
of my mind
jagged purple
against
the darkness
always resting
just behind my eyes
the cost
of the words
that pulse
in every
misfired
synapse
a fair trade
to see such
beauty
even if i
lack the skills
to paint it
if you could
see things
through
my personal
lens of
madness
and pain
i believe
you would agree
that there is
wonder
in the shadows
lost to the
fires of rancorous
sanity.