From: ibshambat@gmail.com   
      
   Hello my friend heat lightning!   
   How beautiful you are!   
   All of the sky alighting -   
   Exploding shooting star!   
      
   Illumined and transparent   
   Bathing the sky like milk -   
   Weaving the webs apparent   
   Of white majestic silk!   
      
   White, yellow, luminescent -   
   You shimmer through the clouds!   
   Delicate, iridescent,   
   And making not a sound -   
      
   Shining each place, all over,   
   Completely unafraid   
   In platinum, in silver -   
   Like cobwebs overhead!   
      
   And through them beams like sunshine   
   The electrical charge -   
   The unremitting passion   
   Of universe at large!   
      
   And then the rain starts drizzling   
   And thunder then erupts   
   Gentle, magnetic, sizzling -   
   Like coffee from a cup -   
      
   And as comes forth the power   
   Which in it was contained   
   The sky, on midnight hour,   
   Erupts like cannonnade!   
      
   Like nerves spread out and screaming,   
   Like bursting light-filled veins,   
   The lightning punctures Seeming   
   And augments joy and pain -   
      
   Is frame for all illusion   
   With its electric light -   
   Who can bear this intrusion?   
   Who can believe this sight?   
      
   The nerves of man, spilled out   
   And bursting in the sky!   
   Hate, fear, worry, doubt   
   In heaven - how? Why?   
      
   What makes you, and who are you?   
   You, madman's random trails,   
   You, baobabs on fire   
   You, masts without sails!   
      
   You, turmoil effervescent!   
   You, agony and glee!   
   You, passion incandescent!   
   Are you now seeking me?   
      
   I'll see you and I'll feel you   
   I'll sense you in my heart   
   The truths you are revealing   
   That you wish to impart,   
      
   And with my feet on gravel   
   And head held out high   
   I'll watch the roads you've traveled,   
   Unraveled, in the sky.   
      
   Ilya Shambat   
   https://sites.google.com/view/ilyashambatpoetry   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)