this is not the good kind of lightning
the eureka of a magic spell
the charge of a dream made real
this is the bolt that sets fire to trees
it levels the forest
& blackens the earth
& all you can taste is aluminum & ash
bones warp & break
teeth grind up rust
tears stain the skull
oceans dry up
& all you can savor is ozone & dust
& every seat is the electric chair
but the execution is always flawed
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