In my dream I heard a voice over the waters;
deep, like thunder
in the dark sky.
It was powerful
yet majestic,
it broke to pieces, the oaks and cedars
of the Eastern deciduous forest.
It woke me and I lept from my bed, and
it captivated me with hot flashes in the sky.
I heard the voice again, this time it shook
all the hanging picture frames.
When finally, I gathered enough
courage to lift my covers
I noticed the trees had been twisted clean
and my walls stripped bare.
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