An Exploration


Lightning strikes from above
Heart beat at a renown
As thunder ripples the grove

Climbing a mountain
A motion that cannot be stopped
Sweat dripping, blood pumping, body aching
Still cannot stop

Cherishing the last moments
Before the horizon nears
Gone the natural order, it is seen
Ears ring as something explodes

The mind is a notorious propeller
It feeds the Tarrare no wonder
A beautiful creature in the making
I lay there, engulfed in bliss.

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