War in the heavens – the thunder knows my inner feelings.
Raging against self – a faint shimmer, fleeing,
Form the turmoil within; raging for release.
Boiling, red-hot, a fiery blazing breeze.
Thunderous violence rips through my being;
Wonderous silence slips forth, unseeing.
Acid-trickle sensations, rippling through my thought,
Birth of inspiration, so grippingly sought.
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