ebbing

The void becomes warmed by golden sunlight, dripping molten gold
finally
And for a moment in time, you're hopeful, the thunderstorms of yesterday subsiding
Fierce winds inside you ebb into a gentle breeze
The wall in front of you, that you couldn't go though or walk around or see beyond, crumbles and disappears
And you allow yourself to

just
be

The calm inside you radiates out into your world
And you can see so far in front of you
Further than tomorrow
Further than the next moment

You allow yourself to forget

how
foolish


Because, with sickening familiarity, the mighty rumble sounds again
knocking you right off your feet
betraying you
the raindrops start up
freezing over and slashing the suddenly heliotrope sky 

You'd welcome that sudden darkness if it could just stay there
because you know-
you know everything will turn black now
Except for the electrifying lighting
Scarring a sky so black that it must not even be there...

You're not even there
as you fall to your knees,
frozen in time, your panic your only friend
the quick steps of your heart
the only movement inside you

the rest of you
frozen in time

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