hurt

he sets in his rocking chair beneath a flat grey sky…

sky melts into land and back again…

in a whisper as loud as triumph…

the skies bursts into a ring of rainbow…

again…

again…

four more rings explode in silence like rocks in a pond…

he sets in his rocking chair beneath a flat grey sky…

the wind begins to blow…

he stands and spins into the gale like a gunslinger…

steely eyed and smoldering…

judgement has come unto the world of man…

he will not fall down…

braving the slings and arrows he is a stone…

har mageddo…

his jaws part…

words fall out…

words of power and the power of the word…

lamb to lion…

beginning to the end…

the power of his father…

and the end of all time…

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December 20, 2020

The exploding of the rings kind of reminded me of those pop rock candies that crackle when you put them in your mouth but the have been discontinues years ago.

https://www.pop-rocks.com/

December 22, 2020

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