Something in the air
A wisp in the cinders
Caught in a wind
Descending killer fog
Electric complexes
Shoot the sky
Intimidating by
Way of light
These bolts of fire
Crisp and uplift
An aura airborne
In alpine force
Inhalation of fractals
Fine dust spinning
Like a spiral galaxy
Suspended interstellar
Cloud complex
Garnished with stars
Flaking in the light
Of these powerful bolts
When they strike
Are set off
Intaking the bold
Ozone
Cold
But their meaning
Is stoic and
Choking
Infinite
Consume Reality! 