| Midst of the night. The moon, the watchman rolled in a cloud to sway in the dreams. Darkly skies. Cicadas - so loud. A storm's approaching. The vision's dim. Suddenly - burst! Zeus is throwing magnetic spikes cause the earth the seizure between lighting explosions light...dark...as life's rebirth. I keep my eyes open, awaiting for a shift, trying to fit in my questions and answers, the faces, the plots - before new rain hits to rinse toxic vibes and turn into...fireworks! |
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