Oh,
thunder.
Such,
has become my sun.
For,
this being.
This,
Thunderous entity,
alters my humanity.
For,
now I shall forever be deemed,
one.
Wise,
this thunder.
Wise,
her tongue.
As,
such,
echoes simplistic profundity.
As,
each breathe,
engulfs vacuous complexity.
Enraging those engaged,
in mindless speech.
For,
within her thunder,
truth,
is all she seeks to see.
Be there no mind,
akin to such.
Be there,
no sound,
which within such,
exist this,
purity.
This raw,
innateness.
Be there no being,
tethered to her,
greatness.
©yungb123
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