Ben Freaking Franklin on the gravelstone, halfwit one AM outside,
my keykite though so aloft in frenetic Frankenstein assault electric air seems zippo and a clove.
Robinson Crusoe mounts the windy porch.
The moon is Goddess this night of nights and she fights well, for we had faith go to see her on the shore.
And back from beach I am up now, and so is she,
with a rainbow all around ... despite the Telsla blown in ribcage 'cross the Sound.
Full bluecast seashore shingles on every house around
two blues a movie for light and shadow play celestial and so-called atmosphere for me but for wind and thunder there is no sound.
And above rolls mythos low enough to touch while VISIO illimunates some blinds.
Not me tonight!
For here your Nature rolls with gods in nightplay,
and deep inside the torch, the light, shines wondrous as does full day.