Beneath a Midnight Sky

 “At the Center of a High-Ceilinged Room” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  At the center of a high-ceilinged room/stark-white walls/bare save for two/representing connections between witnesses to time and guardians of life/falling from the skies untitled  spotlighting red lightning/striking igniting wildfires/blazing in the dead of night …

 “Firestorms” by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Firestorms/flames raging for days blazing out of control/billowing smoke charred remains/glowing skeletal homes rising death tolls/growing inferno condolences …

 “Whipping Through, Say”  by Suzán Jiván Mom & Mom-Mom Suzán  Whipping through, say  carrying zero weight  in old music biz slang  while wincing, maybe  at the first crack of day  “Feel me?”