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The Sound of the Earth
He breathed the erratically disjointed feverish spell of lights on the highway far removed from the glowing snow.
Where inside the cities that lost power he found himself among the others who in confused panic walked forward with skin too white and fingernails too long.
This is the unknown section where some civilians lit candles and put up boards.
He remembered the pattern of his breath and could see the blackness in their eyes and how the world turned all black & white.
It was a chorus of lights the length of the train yard from the highway's distance that beckoned some futuristic city.
When they opened the door in the newly discovered underground chamber he thought of how he should extinguish the interspersed floor candles and follow.
Like Dracula's daughters she showed teeth and raised the back of hanging palms. The same cutting on the verge of waking to the theremin ejecting smoke rings.
Inside the chamber were the ghosts of consciousness heightened by the soul's vapor above.
