watch the world burn

few things more beautiful than a crucible
after flame,

dry plains after the
days in the
eye of
a hurricane;

fresh air after
fallout,

seeing the one I love after everything
about
me’s changed.

Peaceful sighs after pain,
truth following
outrageous claims.

yes, there are so few
gorgeous things that
remain,

I’ll take a little less worse and
settle for
enjoying
cleansing rain.

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