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