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An animal set free by the sound; thunder growls, and I to mania. I set out from refuge into the storm, high tides in a low sky. A flash— I could not catch it. Hail pelts, impales houses and me as I reach out, breathing, dying in darkness. I flash a grin and a laugh, blown to silence by a crack and a rumble, roar of a leviathan cumulus, and a river of light, stream for the monster, stays seen for a moment and I delight in it. Rain pedals downward, slaps false tears on skin, then softens, and soundless, so I walk to the road. The afterglow, silver, the mist rising like ghosts from the ground; past lingers, swirls, evaporates under the silver shine of moon on the pavement and the trees glistening in darkness. And all things are angelic, in the phantasmal scene, glazed in petrichor and an otherworldly quiet that follows, always, a passing storm. I almost cry watching god make herself known. And listen for a proverb of silence, birth and death, beginnings and endings, the sky and I.
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May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Metanoia
An animal set free by the sound; thunder growls, and I to mania. I set out from refuge into the storm, high tides in a low sky. A flash— I could not catch it. Hail pelts, impales houses and me as I reach out, breathing, dying in darkness. I flash a grin and a laugh, blown to silence by a crack and a rumble, roar of a leviathan cumulus, and a river of light, stream for the monster, stays seen for a moment and I delight in it. Rain pedals downward, slaps false tears on skin, then softens, and soundless, so I walk to the road. The afterglow, silver, the mist rising like ghosts from the ground; past lingers, swirls, evaporates under the silver shine of moon on the pavement and the trees glistening in darkness. And all things are angelic, in the phantasmal scene, glazed in petrichor and an otherworldly quiet that follows, always, a passing storm. I almost cry watching god make herself known. And listen for a proverb of silence, birth and death, beginnings and endings, the sky and I.
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German
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
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