Change

Tempests rage,

Outside our window.

Light show provided by God.

See how perfectly,

The sky can be ripped open,

How remaining,

Like a stone,

All lily white,

And cold. 

Ignore the arrow,

Pierces chest,

Keep moving,

Towards the sunset.

 

 

 

 

 

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