A Bolt From Out Of The Blue

To call it a bolt out of the blue doesn’t really do it justice.
For this is a bolt from somewhere beyond blue.
A bolt from somewhere beyond the indigo.
A bolt from somewhere beyond the violet.
A bolt from somewhere beyond
the electromagnetic spectrum altogether.
Blindside. Southpaw. Punchdrunk. Goethe.
I’m the Great White Hope; flat on my back on the canvas.
I can see the stars. I can hear the tweetie birds.
I think my lip might be bleeding. Again.