Take me someplace far away from here, where the sound

Of death fills the air like flashes of lightning, where ground

Looks like boiling water under the heavy rain, where nothing much happens

Other than the spectacle of nature fighting weather instability

I’ll sit down by the window and write my silly novels, my petty poems

I did, indeed, have better days than this

But when, I can’t remember

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