It,
was a Tuesday.
This,
external sound.
External,
time.
Such,
was the moment,
life became.
The,
moment I,
altered reality.
Oh,
this Tuesday.
Oh,
the wind.
The,
movement of the,
earth.
This,
moment tethered,
to nothingness.
Oh,
to witness.
To,
see the sky,
open.
To,
feel lightning,
as one's veins,
become it.
I,
wondered.
Wondered,
shall I shatter,
minds?
Shall,
my existence.
This,
anomalistic experience.
Shall,
such alter human,
kind?
For,
be not,
a second defined.
A,
moment truly tethered,
to time.
Be there,
no Tuesday,
to find.
No,
Tuesday within,
actuality.
For,
such was merely,
a second,
which altered,
human kind...
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