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news spreads fast
but i ignore the claims.
many false starts
left me numb to speculation.
moments of insanity
lasts for a few minutes.
i skip over them without notice.
then there is the rare occassion
when gray and moist saturate the day
changes the scene.
thunder and lightning
crack smog filled skies
releasing the foundation of life.
ocean waves transport inland
shelter and warmth take priority
nothing moves
nothing matters.
my temporary friend
takes blame for everything.
i listen to its music
through a pane of glass
it soothes
invokes images of fire
flanked by a pleasure and a vice
the ideal setting
bookending the spectrum of a perfect day.