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LIGHTNING CRASHES

LIGHTNING CRASHES morning winds whip blowing raindrops hitting like small stones… yellow grey sky watching trees thrashed in the wind lightning veins ignite skies with bone rattling thunder power blinking on and off like bad weather who causes this lightning flash from clouds that move like places of force gagging mouths with windblown hair tearing voices of sea blinding lights with lives of the dead extravagant like torture paths narrowed then hallowed… do you understand who moves these clouds with perfection and skill? we cannot even look at suns which shine so brightly in the skies golden pleasure comes from the mountain of God there is only one place simmering with profuse perfume there… snares efface themselves Zeros shutting on nothing but perfection © Kim van Breda—27 October 2015

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