Synaesthesia Magazine Thunder, Lightning - Page 16

orn t glass shattered fabr ic Brent Rydin / the sky like a roof on the world backlit battered salt-worn seaglass just translucent enough to glow the sky like a blanket you’re hiding under the sky like a god on the sidewalk in vagrant’s rags thunder’s father seagulls on his shoulders tears the blanket from his back tears the roof from the world breaks the glass of the night tears it all in half and you hear each fibre fray and split and you hear that seaglass crack and under the beaten surface you can hear it shine clear the light on the other side of the sky floods torn glass shattered fabric then blackness and snow thick like seagull feathers