People On The Ground

What if I survived a plane crash high up over Albuquerque that wasn’t caused by bad weather but instead resulted in changing weather by me going nose to nose with the ego of someone on a similar plane of existence as my own? Seeding of clouds with my smile would cause people on the ground to dance in laughing water as a king is lashed at by the sea and extinct animals sing to not be forgotten by their derelict father. Creation is not cruel but extinction is when the most popular pop star on the planet is tied to an arch at sea, throwing up to spite their rage, while people on the ground are rooting for weather around them to change as the sky becomes darker over brilliant orange, pink and purple like a bruise showing up on a spot before you hurt it. So with faded sores people on the ground spew thunderous words to the sky as it forms into fury but fades into beauty and eventually into obscurity as one star becomes many and I become one star.