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watching the mystifying lights
of an aurora borealis,
I choose to call it
the electrified filament
of nature's soul,

and Benjamin,
calls it science;

rather,

experimental gratification
that floats on the breeze
in the shape of a diamond
till mother stops her sweet
blowing,

at least
for a moment;

then, father
wishes to play with
a demonstration of light,
as a flicker,

parting the clouds and
rumbling the belly
of the sea,

lost to a world of
Vanity
that just never
stops,

not even for the
admiration and envy of
a little boy trapped
within the confines
of blown sand;

and, the rest of the world
sees it merely as
another
passing storm.

-jonathon shank