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Sweet Static.

Can you feel it rolling closer,
like an ancient friend,
growling
as the light grows dim?

A cool breeze
massages the skin,
silences the mind.

Clouds grow thick,
the sky splits and cracks
with blinding light.

Let it pound down,
wash all this away.

Clapping leaves
and pouring rain,
applause
from the sky, sweet static
in my mind…

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