Sinister and electric beyond the clouds

A Poem

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All is a dry well below the anger of the gods while
You beat desirous eruptions above the mud.
Tighten up your wig! The night gets weird,
Sees us sinning in the vapors as
I expel vaporous leeches above the air.
Be transparent. The Queen is going home,
Sinister and electric beyond the clouds.
You examine splintering animals beneath the dream.
Gods! This evil is good, this translucent unseeing,
Walking out of the world with an old passport
In whose heart a stranger stops for a while
Wondering why.