i am
buffering
driving in
a storm
already
blown past
the clouds
long parted for
cerulean lies

sunlight
interspersed
with rain
a conflict
in static bursts
as i drive the
same half mile
in fractal
malformations

fragmenting
in a deluge
of delusions
blinded by
the refracting
reflections growing
into infinity in
my prismatically
looping gaze