the sky dilated
as if black had an urgent cause
to cloud hues out
he raised his voice as to punctuate
the atmosphere's embrace
he took up the space

Lightning flashed across forlorn skies
As if unable to punctuate
His frustration
Like a longing to be free
The tides cry out in muted symphonies

the raw power rips skies
the harbinger of crying babies
trembling dogs
but he remains unshaken
foolishly laughing in the face of his
purpose
the laughter a ruse, his smile a fuse
sizzling down to his
breakdown

Tick Tock.
Tick. Tick. Tick.

His smile, unbroken
Shines, like that of one who truly knows
No. regret.
With just a bit of desperation.
Of nothing left to lose.

He laughs again
Because you're only broken,
If they see

concussion
he explodes, a blooming wild set of roots
penetrates the cerebral soil
the stem of self shoots up
splitting the grim twilight
upright, scintillating colors
brothers, sisters, twisters
swirling in the dusk a
husk of what once was
disintegrating

[Boom.]