Shock
Struck In a moment Of false calm By coldest fire Faster than sound That buries under flesh Smouldering fibre Ignited beneath the surface Taste the metallic familiar When lofty clouds above Light and buoyant Darken deeply As the bolt Scatter sceptre Rejoices in joining Bringing a message Through messenger To ground If it were only possible To kneel in agony But rigid from the shock Is fate
The scar from a lightning strike is visible in the bark of a Silver Maple. (Acer saccharinum)
2018 Nikon D60, 55-200mm Lens.
Photographed in situ, without the use of artificial lighting or staging. Photoshop only used for resizing.
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Today is my 3rd anniversary on Tezos, within the fourth year in isolation, but a new beginning.
This past year has been a whirlwind of near constant compounding traumas, deaths and interwoven heartbreaks which has been enmeshed with the global horrors and the falling of an empire. I feel like a different person within my internal world. I have become something new, healing my own body and mind, being my own physician and my own advocate. I am alone, and have only myself to rely on to begin this new cycle.
I don't have time. But I'm still alive.
Tezos Anniversary - Year 3
