rage. clouds of unrest, tempestuous clatter, no pitter patter just rolling thunder.
why. not a question, nor a plea, and certainly no answer as it leaves you a lone.
see it coming? how could you not?!
this sky is full light and your eyes know.
again. and again. unzipping the air, exploding my heart, and slowly dying with pain.
no. that last flash, that very last flash, is all you get. echoes in memories stories retold.
saw it going, and things now smell changed.
only then when you are struck, may you grasp this. alas!
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