Based on distant memory—
The senses stumble upon . . . Awareness—
Looming nearby, although invisible
Perceptions growing in intensity
Suddenly we realize—what is that crash!?
We open the door utmost watchfully:
We’re shocked, distinct drops obscure, flying past
Thrashing winds push across unseen prairie
In full dark of night, invisible save
Rain and wet debris carried on concealed
Horizontal pathways streaming quickly,
Each helpless to escape or abate, to
Avoid penetration where possible
Under pressure, puncturing, carrying
Materials, matter, substance away.
Prompt – Practice a Lannet Today!
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