And because I love you,
I will have prepared myself for death.
You are lightning striking the earth too low
And I
An innocent passerby, unfortunately struck
By a portion of your fiery ray
I lost soul when I have died
In your overpowering sunshine
I have lost a mile of what I could have traveled.
A dozen or more of days, ways, mays
Have been
Years to be exact
move like water in tightly shut palms
And without notice, the youth of my past has taken leave
Of me
I granted it permission
I have nothing to feed it
It was a dog carved out of the electricity
You have bolted in me.
There was nothing but this
But you
The lightning
Said Mario Puzo
An Italian saying…
I have been struck by lightning…
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