the afterimage
of phantom
lightning strikes
is etched into
every furtive blink
as the asphalt
erupts around me
plasma induced
explosions rattle
the overpass
yet no one else
seems affected
as i speed by in
a ruptured panic
dodging errant
gigavolt destruction
in hurry to get
nowhere before the
end of everything
The panic is effectively expressed in this poem. Well written!
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thank you. panic can be pretty.
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Beautiful 💖🌹✨
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thank you, my friend.
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