Collisions are worse the closer you are.
From a distance the clamor is experimental but up close it is quite deafening.
The pause to sound brings forth the grotesque.
The crunch. Everything snaps. The spurts of blood. It's like watching a ravenous painter.
There isn't peace, not until the very end.
The stillness after all the mess: after all the shards have settled from their pillage after the rivers have become drips, after the quakes are gone.
The quiet is the worst.
After such a bang how do birds sing again?
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