Purging Purgatoro

Between acceptable conflicts of dazzle and nightlife
Sleet and waiting
I writhe
In an electrocution of thought
Tempesting emplacements
Full of desperado
To create a bed in the deafening storm
The collage nibbles at me
Prickling the bared skin
I railing on
The worship unconscious of my weariness
Lightning flickers and gluts
Life signatures of my digital disposition
My desperation now
Only the volts
Silken from stumbling
Fumbling in the dark