lightning curls in itself
current—like lagoon like sky—
my eye
can’t send the colors
turned the clouds
fast enough to name
until it all goes dark beyond the gray
Erringnesses in Perfection Class (Finnegans Wake 279.n1)
lightning curls in itself
current—like lagoon like sky—
my eye
can’t send the colors
turned the clouds
fast enough to name
until it all goes dark beyond the gray