Confirmation Hearing Circa 2018
Wayward lightning conceives a fiery stream.
Owl retreats to a gash atop a great elephant's tree.
From purple mountain to shimmering sea.
The blaze eats deeply into a stash of sanity.
In a land of char, they gather burning stones.
To unleash a final volley into the wreckage of his soul.
Tired of the game, the vultures bounce- bounce away.
Praying for lightning to rekindle their black curtain play.
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