Perspective: Glass Lightning
Lightning creeps from 'neath the night,
or could that be a crack?--
for what I see could actually be
a break in evening's black.
Stained like windows in a church,
the night must be in pane:
a sheet comprised of sickly hues,
of ashen clouds and rain.
Someone must have dropped the night
and smashed the glass asunder,
for look!--the jagged lightnings run
and shatter into thunder!
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