From far away, thunder rolls, rolls closer. Listening, I lie in bed. Abruptly it booms. Recedes again, keeps rolling. Pressure builds. Growling louder, a distant war coming closer Or a mammoth machine, dangerous. Was it always there, at the edge of my senses? Must I hear it always? A distant bombing that doesn’t stop rolling,
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