the refraction of lightning across the night and the raindrops and the thunder that shakes my whole house when everyone else is the world is asleep except me switches on the innermost part of myself that believes in magic and I feel as if I can just slip between the folds of thunder and disappear into a different world amidst flashes of lightning and sit atop every storm like a lighthouse surveying a tossing sea and it is a magic that is resigned to only my eyes burning itself into my mind so that I may sleep carrying stars in my arms and wake up filled with thunder.
