c a c o p h o n y
I have seen the strikes,
bright flashes of illuminated omens.
Bask in the silence –
its prowess of masking my foreboding.
Its impending end, an affirmed finitude.
Await silently.
I have seen the strikes,
bright flashes of illuminated omens.
Bask in the silence –
its prowess of masking my foreboding.
Its impending end, an affirmed finitude.
Await silently.