Resurrection
Someone once said that a poet is the person who stands in the rain hoping to get struck by lightning
I thought that he was almost correct in his assumption about desires and wishes hazardous
It was when I was struck by a bolt from the sky, with a stark realization that was ever so frightening
Standing up from the earth, white glowing bright, the energy surging through me, like Lazurus.
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