…the world wrapped in a gray cloud, bursting with light like a lost god seeking shelter in the dark, groping blindly with a lightening rod…angry, throwing sound bolts into the frenzied air… air and water, water and air, one and not one, an undulating watery net torn by wet buildings… wave after wave, a pattern of sensations… the earth melting, flowing… and then suddenly, light, calm light, wide and soft, soothing the now-tired god, gently pushing his anger beyond sound… he retreats mumbling, wrath turned to forgiveness.

©aother

Art: Far Shore

By Daniel Barkley

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