it is not unlike a blinding flash of
lightning an armslength in distance
and the absence of the thunder
like a great wave breaking on a shore
of rocks
and the absence of the crashing roar
like the collapse of every building for
miles around
and the absence of the bricks falling
instead gentling resting in perfect
peace
like the great stirring created by the
impression of every emotion on a heart
ready for overflowing
and a yawn
and click

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