The lightning's blue streams
Glisten, shine like the sunlit strings of a violin,
Violently spiraling outside their cloudy velveteen
With a thunderous jive and the singing rains' vivacious chimes,
The boats swirling like a silver clock's smoothened plate of milky time.
Making the sunken things in the sunless world rise,
Each ship twisted
like the grey
Within the shining glass
ridgeway of the storm's graceless spine.
It makes you cry,
the whirlwinds of joy and dread,
the hurricane of the head.
