WE ARE INVINCIBLE AND INFINITE WHEN IT IS STORMING
breathing is threading the eye of a needle
I am not sky am not star
threads masquerading as lightening,
needles, we two hidden in the haystack.
clovergrasses a mattress, waiting for the strikes
I am not light am not cloud
hayseeds our pillows, the sky’s stars to cover
harlequins, we two masquerading in the lightening.
bedding is rolling out the barn doors,
you are not light are not sound
needles masquerading as fallen gods, pricks through the night skies
stars, we two written like old myths.
storming is winding the bobbin
I am not rain am not cloud
spools masquerading as electrical forces, thunders down the rafters.
needles, we two, hidden in the hallelujah.