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Welcome to Absurdistan - 1. Chapter 1
#1
I open
my eyes and leave my head prison
to walk along the freshly brown fields,
rippled by a stiff, spring breeze,
dust sloshes around my knees.
#2
Lightning splits atmospheric nitrogen and oxygen molecules, which results in the scent of rain: Petrichor.
It’s a warning. Beware of Earth doing a spring cleaning, water driven by her fury, sweeping away, dirt.
#3
Water laps against the windowsill; delicate rivulets form seemingly-complex patterns.
A cool breeze whispers softly through the house, harmonizing with the hypnotic rhythm of waves breaking.
The neighbors are islands.
#4
A flame thrower as a promotional gift, to scorch our sins straight to hell. Whooosh.
#5
It’s cold, we fold, energy is low, everything calms, some things die to become fertile soil. The slate is wiped as clean as possible. Restart?
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