For a moment

Pearlescent white attacks the senses,
A visual assault if you will.
Color is eviscerated. For a

Moment. Shape is the first
To return, emerging from the mist.
The primary hues begin to blend
Into vision, followed swiftly by
nuance. And then darkness. Darker
Than before. Darker than black. For a

Moment. Then silence. Quieter for it all,
The eye has opened. 8…9…10…11…12…
And closes with an almighty CLAP! The
Building shakes, a superstitious shudder
Reverberates through the town, the remnants
Pulsating through every ear. For a


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