“...take off your sweater in the darkness and static flares as a tiny lightning storm - I am the same at the end of your fingertips ...”

“FRAGMENT, I am a fragment of us. I am a fragment composedof fragments. Mosaic, pastiche, ruin. Everydayconsciousness proposes lightbulb, ropeswing, teapot,David Bowie, your sweater on, your sweater off, tomatillo,all associated. Parts suggesting the wholethey long to be gathered into.”

“I AM THE GOD OF STORMS! I BRING THE THUNDER! I BRING THE LIGHTNING! STOOOP RAINING ON ME!”

“Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "storms suck!”

“They watched storms out there so distant they could not be heard, the silent lightning flaring sheetwise and the thin black spine of the mountain chain fluttering and sucked away again in the dark. They saw wild horses racing on the plain, pounding their shadows down the night and- leaving in the moonlight a vaporous dust like the palest stain of their passing.”

“The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.”