My Mind

April 8, 2011
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Smoke pours out of the building,
In nice and thick layers,
It wafts through the shattered windows.

Its chaos,
Complete disorder.

People on the street run to and fro,
As ash floats down from the tops of the building,
Cascading down from the ominous cloud of soot and smoke.

The cloud grows bigger,
Spreading across the suddenly limited sky,
Like blood diluting a pool of water.

Lighting crackles through the cloud,
A thin snake of flame,
It’s tongue flickering across the sky.

The air booms and grows humid,
The wind howls,
The very gravity itself increases.

Torrents of rain fall,
Silver bullets falling to the ground and exploding,
Straight onto deployed umbrellas and the grey pavement.

The suns blotted out,
Rain turns to sleet,
And sleet condenses into crashing hail and snow.

Tornadoes fly through the area,
Sweeping the place clean,
Swallowing everything within its gaping maw.

Everything’s gone now,
Just a white space,
Going on and beyond that.

The mind’s clear,
The storms gone,
And clear thought returns.

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