When Lightning Bugs You

The birds have retired
Even jets not by altitude
Choking atmosphere they both inspired
Their chirpy booming breath conclude

It darkens
With every breath
Many a gold dot hearkens
Airy depth

Maybe resurrection
Crosses you mind
Temporal deflection
Of the predictable kind

There are no attacks
No predators
No doctrinal retracts
Just Illuminati ambassadors

Going on dates
Where love becomes violent
And sealing their fates
Hence the birds are silent