As the world becomes white noise,
easily tuned out and trapped in
patient person-al vestibules of fear and wonder, looking upon the sky, in blinkering calculation,never tired of the quiet anticipation on the look out for that quick contrast of black and white; that lights and dims in the flash of a twinkling eye,
we're stuck and awe-struck as in the days of old, like ants upon witnessing the hand of a god, suddenly stopped in their tracks, bewildered;
Then the sky decides to have a little fun, putting together a primal show of light,while playing its' beats a little too loud, that music declares a love too heightened for mortal ears,that showers down low from the high heavens!
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