As he walked through the door,
He saw a slight scratching sound
Through the corner of his eye.
It turned to him,
"As the thunder grew louder,
It filled his eyes
With the bright sound of thunder.
And the thunder froze
'The sound scratched and scratched at his temples
And at the corners of his hair.
It silenced to sow a grain of dust'
The taps of the sound mastered his eyes.
It tranced his reality,
And it showed him another.
Though the sound thought stopped,
So he :lived:.
Finally, after a hiatus of sorts, I return.