Safe behind that pane of glass
The storm shatters the sky
Electric claws rip cloud to cloud
Its stomach churns
Digesting the universe
Here I was, am, shall be, tending the tree I planted, by the well I built, with water from my hands. The clay under my fingernails that wo...
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