Safe behind that pane of glass
The storm shatters the sky
Electric claws rip cloud to cloud
Its stomach churns
Digesting the universe
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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