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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3404 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Living in Lightning Steve Williams Late day updrafts thrust, thrust off crags, billow through sawtooth peaks. Transparent in balmy bowels, Earth’s breath condenses in altitude chill, churns like wet concrete. A milieu of whorls and whirlpools shakes, shakes like seltzer in blue-granite bottles – each capped in ice sponges that wipe clean the purple stratosphere. I stand in Kansas wheat, climb into the blossom of neon springs, swim up my own spine, feel fracture, fracture of lighting: is a river – ions the shade of steel form trickles and streams, cascade into the confluence of solar flares; is a glacier – thick flood of millennia poised to crash, explode, explode the black bay; is pitch – sear of sap aching to throb, throb from root in forest-loam fog to divaricate twigs brushing the face of amethyst Earth. I float in the current, drink the surface tension, add my fears to the rain, my voice to the thunder and never reach the charcoal sea. |
