Lightning in The Time of Corona

Right now, there is a storm outside.

I had planned on comparing emotion to lightning before this ever happened.

I thought, it must be destiny, how encouraging.

But I am not a person recklessly inspired by coincidence.

I am, however, steadily motivated by it.

I have dug up something that may shock you.

You have entered my ring, and now I am going to pummel you.

Lightning links my wrists to my extending fists.

There may a few billion people walking outside now,

looking at what’s going on in the world,

seething with empathic anger, screaming for some good sense.

I offer you an explanation.

But I will put a needle in your shoulder.

And every time you feel catharsis against people who give you frustration,

you will feel my sting inhibit your internet expression.

And you will grow from this immensely.

This is my double edge.

Your will is thunder that echoes through the universe.

I am going to strike you with the force of validation.

And the lightning that we shoot out will gain a much more dignified shape.

Dip inside the rain for once.

It’s time to make a new humanity.

It’s time to give a name to an emotion.

The slightly over half full moon.
The prisoner pining over a puzzle for his entire life.
The awkward person finding an entirely new reason for anything.
The crack inside your lens.

The power to wash away a culture, but for the entire planet.

The internet made this possible.

I found a missing emotion.