Quaking earth reflecting Thundering skies
Skraggling bolts hitting Skraggling trees
When what you want most is to be scared
If, at the very least, feeling again.
Estranged father begets self,
With the quicksilver Touch and Go,
Emulsed with time, that Autocatalytic fear
Quickening, quickening, Stuttering as
Much as speaking softly, as if this message
Could be broken like glass.
Strength. Again and again tested.
