Almost lulled by the ceaseless rumble of thunder with my eyes wide open,
dreaming wistful sleep to come, tired of trudging through the mires of the mind, impatient for the electric passage to fantasy.
Would that I could bask in the light, the rays burning off the haze on my mind.
Eyes wide open, lazily ignoring the dusk, the twilight.
Lightning sputters, dreaming of tension and static, taking up the whole of my senses, looming in the passageway,
I see it with open eyes in my mind.
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