lightning encircling the skull

is it

selfish or human (or no distinction at all)

is it

hubris to be so unafraid, so certain, in what can only be

unknown

you know we see the same moon.

Meteors are like gods flicking stars out of the sky,

letting them fall just to watch them.

A dizzying display of power, just to breathe and

shift the pieces of the sky.

To make it whole again, when it was never in pieces,

just in a different order.

see, this has changed me,

stitched patterns overtop the existing ones on my soul;

not to patch a hole, just to decorate it

when every word is lightning,

the intensity of knowing you knowing me; knowing us,

and fire crackling inside,

unfurling out of my chest and settling in my hands, here: fire

built of words,

you don't see me stare at the sky

when i read - processing - because a bit of me can't breathe this in -

too unbelievable - makes me feel, feel, feel

some kind of way

every kind of way

like the lightning will bind me to the earth, bind me to the trees,

shatter the ground and crack the surface of whatever's making us mortal

and that's rotating in the back of my head all day,

all day,

you could block out the sun, if i let you, but we've talked about this - -

among all these words i don't think there's a word for this;

hubris, then, again? to assume we've made something entirely new?

to assume that in the whole of the universe,

nothing

is quite like this?

is it godlike, to see the meteors fall across the sky;

is it less godlike to burn inside one?

is it godlike to not fear the fire at all? (or no distinction at all)