When my imagination strikes and swirls
Carrying the makings of a storm untamed
It’s quite the sight — lightning, wind, sticks and bricks
Dare not linger too close;
Lest you are entranced by the encroaching event horizon.
But it’s already too late. As I spoke, you were caught within
The images that continue to form and vanish from your mind
Are the orchestrations of my neuronal ensemble.
Nothing to do but simply enjoy the show.
– O.D. ©2021
Art by: Lusidus
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