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A single flash would be the greatest of treasures,
Bright like the sun, brief as summer love.
I wait; the time passing in the sprouting of hairs on an un-bearded face
and each hair brings another strain on my heart.

To live without that flash, be it from the splitting sky or the eyes of a loved one,
is to live without words or phrase,
words slug like garden pests or become nonsensical like the hatter.
If one could trade this torment for the eagle of Prometheus.

If the fruit of some deity proves base and lifeless
least let me seek passion in heart’s desire!
I even stand for the same deity, whom, with such divine fingers,
fails in creating a spark to squeeze, mold, batter into lyric, to hasten me to the next plane that I may seek inspiration there!
If they hear me; let them bring a tempest of biblical flood and let them clap at my ravings
for there might I find that flash of energy, a forked tongue that will speak such life into my words
that it might end all pain, and bring glorious rhyme to them.

I dream of this,of ending my complaining
for as it seems to ring true; Thunder only happens, when it's raining.