Impossible comprehension,
a tribute
to the flashing abyss.
Lightning,
like celestial veins—
another element entirely.
Thunder,
like an applause.
Praise to the performance.
Then flames.
Otherworldly colors
lining silhouetted mountains;
a performance of dominance.
No applause
for this act.
Only sirens.
No longer a flashing sky,
but lights of emergency.
Abandoned by the sky.
Threatened by the air.
A testimony
to the blood of the heavens
meeting
the body of the earth.
Those veins bled out.
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