A poem

Peeled out of darkness and tempered in glass
I fracture in light and I spread
My thund’ring voice crackles, my hands and feet grasp
My wraith is a stormcloud struck dead

I ponder in raindrops that flail as they fly
My noons do not redden, they blaze
Starving are the shadows I leave in the sky
Tempests are the marks of my gaze

My murmuring throat is a harbinger roused
I split into foam on its blight
I decay into sparks, I seep through the ground
Forgotten like music, like night

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