a sense of forboding
i feel my tension build
it is sinister and yet
I beg it to approach
supernovas as pinpricks
expand to fill my being
the mind seems cavernous
overflowed by a drop
whipping scythes
arc across and around
then swell to bubbles
that dance in the chaos
stretched and strained
into an agonising stutter
choked and squeezed
an eruption contained
the gate bursts open
the cascade rushes forth
engulfed, I am swept along
overwhelmed by triumph
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