above ghostly presence as above, so below. 030425 ... insouciant A momentary blinding light distorts reality Turning dark to light and light to dark Dazed, I stumble falling face first Pavement etching my skin Focusing on the tiny pebbles, dirt and sand It's not so bad on the ground My head isn't spinning My back isn't tired And my feet get a rest If I can ignore the searing pain If I could forget about living Why not stay down here? There's no risk of falling again At least in constant misery There's little uncertainty But if I could sustain lightning If thunder in the distance wasn't terrifying Maybe I would be allowed to be whole Maybe if I relied on others I'd stop standing in an empty lot Holding a lightning rod above my head As the storm approaches 220817 what's it to you? who go blather from