running through dim light
street alleys and courtyards
frantic/find shelter from the approaching storm
its on top of us/imminent
threat/the windswept city
will crumble above us
separated immediately
after the rush of anxiety
from the dream beings i felt closest with
alone at the end
in a mosque i find myself
refuge/lightning blue
flashes through the windows
illuminate the assorted
panicking peers

with each grounding of energy
building quakes foricing people to the carpet
holding onto each other
but i stand and wander
across the broad floor
beneath the shaking frame of the door
to a room without a wall
where i watched a lake of liquid fire creep forth

the holiest man came to stand beside me
we both kneeled by the rising shore
heads turned upward
looking into the core
of the tornados swirl
we placed our hands on the surface
my flesh singed but his glowing skin sank smooth
out of the magma he bore two rings of gold
and placed them on each on my longest fingers