Littered lightning nights –
A silent storm brewing.
The sheets of Earth’s emotions creeping in the distance.

Savage skies –
Programed pain within the wildness,
The eye is near.
Locust sirens reach into the stillness.

*S. Slate 2016*

Photo Credit: Mitch Dobrowner

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