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heat lightning…

pregnant angry clouds
labor with the need for birth;
yet tears are repressed

no wailing, only
the eyes of their souls flashing,
seeking that release


(The music in this video is obnoxious, turn it off and it’s cooler! There’s no sound with heat lightning unless you happen to be near a radio where you will hear the static cry of birth pangs.)


Inspired by Dancing Echoes

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