Wild was the mass superiority, Invincibility's cherished messy fraud. Wrath coloured warning crimson wrote Justice. People watched as Mercy perished.
Gin lady lowers her lips by the skin of Reedy Lake Across and further inside Wood to share Silence of the creek Life that hid and flourished Grounds for the winding road. Three hours wheeled A stormy ride in the night.
The blindness of lightning strikes. Close your eyes For the flames of deeper under. Blindness breaks in a spark on the pan. Thunder shatters the sky.
There are so many experiences to observe without using your plain sight. I thought about this while taking a quick roadtrip up north in Queensland. I saw some of the aftermath of the bushfires. Burnt barks and leaves gone. Marooned soil off-road. People experienced a lot more than that.