Mexico In Santa Monica
Why? Now? Here? Where?
Fuck.
The origin is absent.
The cause too hard to see.
The others only notice the blank stare -- sweaty face -- hard fall.
The hard fall into the blackest of skies and the deadest of skies.
Flashing! Pulsing! Thundering! Crashing!
Stealing your breath.
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