Storms gather on the rim of humanity
The sound of thunder rolls down to the swell of living
Feeling moved by electric emanations
The listeners donned their final dress
Openings of knowing spread amongst all walks
Under vision of the sun
Though doors handle lost in skewed sight
Tumbling pillars crash silently among strengths of man
And weakness snakes in currents around them
The blind see not the rushing of the skies towards them
Into darkness a path is drawn
Where it seems stars hang breathless
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