We’re all waiting down here-
waiting for the spectacular show
to rage on, to capture us
in the awe of its performance.
And in that speckled mirror,
we’re all waiting for
something different.
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There are howls and cries coming in through the windows here
and all I can think about is home,
out there where even in the mountains crawling and
in the night sky flying, up above our earth,
silence is the noise of our home.
