You were struck by lightning
And we saw through you.
You said you heard bells
And saw fire tying you to heaven.
Tears and ash smeared across
Your perplexed expression--
Light grey eyes looking back
Somewhere to escape.
The cypress creeked in the wind
As we climbed down the lime green cloud
With our hands lifted to the sky,
Hazel smoke on a sea of green.
The cactus and stones stretch,
Infinitely unthreatened,
And I cannot outlive their might.
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