An exchange of energies in Heaven,
Nothing more.
Not a presage to rain,
Nor the pensive rantings of stars
In the emptiness of the night.
Stark, white within black,
A flash across midnight
Painted overhead
Here, then gone.
Revelations pass,
Too quick to grasp,
In the burst of rumbling,
The cry of light.
Then darkness returns,
Soft, peaceful, all-encompassing,
Alone.
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