In the hush before the lightning’s cry,
Where gold-veined shadows twist the sky,
A pulse ignites in bruised twilight—
Deep purple stained with searing white.
The bins of fate, long overdue,
Are wheeled by ghosts the storm once knew;
Quinacridone quanta break their spell,
Abandoning curves to ring the bell.
A scarlet flash—a vow revealed,
Truth struck in contrast, raw, unsealed.
Beneath the arc, all silence ends:
The cosmos bends, and love transcends.
