She stared out into the window
Rapidly firing blinks
Like water bombing from a watergun
Or torrents from a thousand sinks
And breathed, through the glass,
Wilfully into the world outside
Creating a universe of Ethereal Beings
In the gloom and darkness to reside.
Faster, faster, first they walked, then ran,
Moshing in a great Wall of Death,
An uproar that even the Heavens noted
With jagged spotlights
Drawn into the maelstrom, coated
With a layer of the ground.
Spiraling out of control,
The vortex turned upon itself ‘round,
And vanished into the sky whole
With but a glimmer.
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