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Tremoring
like a dog
in a thunder storm,
trapped in the wonder
of my own existence:
       a crime intended
       or a cosmic blunder?

A bird
traversing volcanic ash,
once versed in its path
now panics,
beak pursed
amidst the static.

Wings caked in the smoke
of havoc,
he elevates
gingerly
above cinders kindling madness
petrified to avert his eyes
below...