First there was searing heat, the sky
an open, roaring crucible of flaming energy,
roasting everything below its pellucid throned
domain, in which swam few clouds, the
atmosphere dipped in humidity, rays of
powerful light and cell-destroying integrity
radiating relentlessly in an all-encompassing
arc of resolute majesty aloofly reigning.
While the sun flung its fierce flaming
fingers of hydrogen upon the Earth, violent
winds whipped themselves into a frothing
frenzy, darting about the landscape,
ushering through the incandescent sky a vast
procession of black, booming thunderheads,
creating a contusion of sound and action,
heat and humidity starkly illuminated through
the gathering darkness by lightning sheets
spread over the heavens, rife with
commotion and the strife of primal,
oppositional elements shattering peace.
Monday, July 18, 2011
Primal Elements
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Poetry
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