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There is an undeniable urgency
To free up the lightning
Shooting across
My window
Reflecting on murky landscapes
Inside the core
Of rented space

It is raining-
The constant downpour
Momentarily cleanses the atmosphere
And flushes the street
Of debris inherited
By the modern epoch
Of washed out dreams

Lightning invades
The historical method
Designed by intrinsic whirlwinds
Of intelligence
Where evolving cavemen
Wear skins of iron and neon
And unknown creatures
Cascade galactic footprints
Onto forming movement

I stick my head out the window
My unquenchable tongue
Probes the air
Appealing for the spoken word
Of life blooming
Prior to technological advancement
Where orthographical anomalies
Of electrical composition
Open clouds
Upon a rainbow
Of vernacular possibility
And supernal design