In thunder and in flood
you wonder, where’s the blood?
Then comes a flicker in the blackness
and you’re embittered by the madness
striking streaky strokes so squalid
solid sneaky slopes sans-knowledge.
Why? Is an unanswerable query
you echo in the darkness of eerie
fright despite contrite delight
of gleeful ghosts and glimmering hopes
untended
and
untenable.
Yes, the Venerable One
has finally come…
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