there's something so fulfilling
about watching a thunderstorm while
bathed in moonlight and softness.
zeus whizzes down the street on a skateboard.
everything feels so magical
the chaos, beautiful and excruciating.
it's the closest i ever feel to the universe
and her harshness and the helplessness of life
in her path (in her protection).
they must've thought the gods were fighting
by the way the dark sky would blister with light,
a deep rumble would roll across those in its path
and then came the cleanse for their soot-dirty souls.