thunder

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Packed and muted, my burlap sack
filled with emptiness.
There, a smattering of blood like raindrops on the wall.
But wait.
It’s the shower of sound bytes from today;
the bastards won’t stop howling.
I try to clean them up and scoop them away.
Impossible for the intangible; which cannot be held.
And so they flutter off.
Another day another song in the hymnal of
my heart.
Chasing thunder.

©KP

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