Sizzle, Sap, and Sulfur
A food preservative, a passing devil
which ?
when the walnut lost the limb
me, rounding up cows in the thunderstorm,
on the road to Damascus.
You think lightning strikes down?
not always, aimed between my eyes it curved over ridge
level with the ground, not yet hearing thunder
til the boiling sap sizzle sound, smelling salts sulfur
clearing ringing ears my eyes saw first
smell a mix of syrup and hell
what sense to believe?
One hand clapping, a clap of thunder
the tree now a limb lost amputee
sharing the revelation of the cosmos
all is one.
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