Aftermath.
Tonight my thoughts are heavy
Not unpleasant in the rolling thunder essence of the world
Slowly moving lava from the mouth of a volcano
Buried too far below the surface.
The source of every element of violence
And of purpose.
The night is quiet,
But filled with the roaring of a thousand inner battles
In the minds of the defiant,
All struggling to find an alternative to silence.
I hear them like I hear the movement of my conscience.
Molten Will filling up the empty spaces in my person
Until I fill this night with screams-
Or whispers of coercion.
All the tension now is merging.
The fabric that holds our lives in balance is unfurling
If I pull too hard it will snap.
If I pull too hard I have no idea what will happen.
Complacency will be back soon,
And my desire for change will be left struggling in the vacuum.
I find peace only in action.
I find liberation in the gravity.
We all die a thousand deaths.
May I find salvation only in the stillness of the aftermath.
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