Lightning

 Lightning as a period, vacuum as a quotient. Let’s return to the beginning. That flash of recognition: fear, surprise, illumination, shock, spontaneity, sudden mountain. Noise arrives in a moment, when words begin. Darkness beyond brightness into the maw of darkness, again. Only one moment can be here, brief in the eternity you imagine. Posit freighted vacuum. That lightning without even mentioning fear. With whom do you share that beam. Every all attainable, and shattered hulls for us indeed.