Weather With Me


Visions of blackness ,
Midnight deluged with tenor static, drowns the human senses .

generating fear in the meek.

seized by melodious anxiety
hushed on the cement step.
Petrified listening to our enraged creator.
" Sigh "
Depraved artisan.

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