Hovers over the shoulders,
Overtakes the bones,
Fills the chest,
Creates a pit in the stomach,
And seeps into the wrinkles of the mind.
It is an impending storm.
It hovers over crumbling mountains and
Overtakes the creaking, weakened trees.
Filling the air with tense,
Hazy anxiousness.
The molten core of the earth
Tumbles about as
Thunder and lightning
And rain
Seep into the cracks and crevices of the earth
And innocuously overwhelm.

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