The night engulfs me
Flickers of sound
flashes of touch

Sparks shatter
and sounds emit
feelings are fickle

But I, am not.
When lighting strikes
the sound comes in the aftermath

There and gone
Before you even know
So beware

Beware
of the lighting strike.
When I come.

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