For hours now the night ignites with heat,
the sky peeling back its skin, a skeleton
of lightning that tears through
low clouds as the thunder bludgeons
silent barriers of the darkness,
shakes the planets, the stars to their knees.
Crickets shocked to a soundless stammer
cower in the damp electrified earth.

The lights go out and my windows
charge to a white glow as lost electrons
fill the floor and enter my body.
Discharges flow from my fingers,
break my bulbs when I reach for them
and shoot through the illuminated ceiling.

Outside, rooftops flame with what I hold
inside, let loose from my now salved hands,
static singeing a half moon's edges.
The self smokes and I don't want it to end.