Poetry Night!

Here's a poem I wrote after watching some lightning on my balcony.

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Lightning shrieks across the sky
Poetic glee crackling
in the heavens' silent scream.
Creation dazzles against so great a backdrop
sparkling with inspirational light.
Who says that there is no God?
When the world so clearly is born
of the brush of a gleeful universe
creating art for art's sake
and rumbling contended laughter
as its creations writhe in cognizance.
An artist does not seek to control their art
but rather to birth it, separate and whole
and let it revel in the joy of its existence
with a brush dipped in the ink of dreams
threaded by stars and constellations
it splatters matter upon empty soil
and so great is its design
that the art becomes an artist
and births its own splendorous works
forming a perfect circle
of karmic brilliance
unending, and unrestrained.