Monday, August 10, 2009


In depth of gray, a bolt of light
That flashes on a rainy night
With beauty that inspires fear
And warnings that are loud and clear.*

I wonder if without it we
Would now be using energy
Or be inspired to generate
The power that has made us great?

This killer luminosity
That sparked our curiosity
Restores the ozone to the sphere
So we can all keep living here.

*Author's note: What would it be like to live in a world where, instead of hearing the approach of a thunderstorm, storms randomly spent sparks in split seconds, silently? What would a silent thunderstorm be like to experience? How would we know when all was clear to go out again? How would we know to be careful? Or would we be paranoid and always looking over our shoulders if the storms were silent, never sure it's not around waiting to zap someone? Something I've thought about.

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