with your lightning
i can see
we crazies in the night
water freezing
like two shooting stars weaving
shining past the passersby
we, now exchange electrons freely
in new speeds of light
pings whatever this
stripped element of radiance
nuclear and shy
how could such a thing
precious oh my newborn
all mine
if there were no tomorrow
so perfectly perfect
to me
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