Jenelle is looking out over the valley
the stroboscopic valley
where the trees sleep
in their cocoons of rime ice and hoarfrost

each tree reflecting the maelstrom
above the world
the belly of the night ripped
by that most brutal of the primal forces
cut by electricity
say the word
it sizzles on your tongue

a blind mindless lightning snake
it strikes the earth
rending and twisting the fires within
pulling hellfire into the sky

Jenelle is not afraid of lightning
she is fascinated
by the mad rending above the world
each strike is a thrill
each peal of thunder makes her heart beat faster

she feels the heat on her bare shoulder
she feels the weight of the stones lifted
against gravity
she says nothing. . .

i would touch her
wake her
hold her against the darkness
but she does not want me to

i can offer her nothing as intense as her dream
can’t protect her from herself
can’t touch her without hurting her

startling her will shatter her dream sky
will violate her dark reverie
and she will not love me
if i wake her

she does not love me in this dream either
but she lets me be here
she lets me watch over her
she allows me. . .

perchance i am but a spectre
a chimera she patched from her other lovers
a patch bandage over a dirty wound

and so i must watch
without interfering
i must bear witness
in the telling that will come
i must bear the sorrow
of her Grand Self-destruction

but don’t tell me not to cry
that would be the unkindest thing of all

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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