Thunder thoughts

Thunder thoughts of lightning legends,
The storm a clouded mindscape,
The rain an infinity of ideas,
The fog a lingering haze of partial ponders.
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As the ideas flow,
And the ponders blow,
And the thoughts roll lIke warring possibilities in combat,
The legends strike.
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They say the deepest roots evade the frost,
But can the brightest legends escape the haze?
Can the strongest thoughts penetrate the permeating rain?
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Such permeating rain
As could infiltrate the most fortified stronghold,
As would engulf the most gargantuan behemoth.
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A titan like that of myth,
A stature unparalleled,
From breadth to width.
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Shoulder to shoulder: the Great Wall,
A column stacked: a worldly pillar,
Three to a group: the endless stars,
As far as the eye can see.
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Thus lies the myopic wonder:
Cryptic unknowns rewritten with cryptic mirages,
A lightless world lit by worldless light.
Gray to gray, and black to black,
Without the need of need to lack.
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For riches fall their height in full,
However high the clouds can reach.
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Flash. Boom. And yet another.

Indeed; another "Wonder; wander" has come to be, under storming Manhattan skies, over flooded Manhattan roads. What will we wonder next? Where will we wander next? Hence, the thunder thoughts roll in.

(originally written 6/19/17)

Wonder; wander

Wonder; wander #1(der)

In which I dance amidst the unwritten white and see where it takes me. "***" indicates a new thought, often building upon the one before in some way. I will try to make one of these once in a while, though it remains experimental and thus flexible. Let us begin! (originally written 12/1/16)

Where shall I go? I wonder.
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To the mountain of Erebor? To the city of emeralds? Where shall the road take me? I wander.
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Eternal, a traveler, the twists and turns, forks asunder.
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Rifts deep with hope, the open sky of dread.
Perhaps the empty mountain, or the wooded valley instead.
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One second a prison, an unbreakable chill.
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Invisible, a web of thick smoke.
Leaving uncertain dreams, unspoken nightmares.
A riveting allure, impassable walls close in.
It's only me and the white darkness.
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Perhaps only me and myself.
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Perhaps only me. Truly a lonely mountain.
For not truly does the city bear hope, only lies.
The answer always lies. Within.
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Is it not true? Gaze from afar, let your eyes enter the labyrinth of darkness.
Truly, do mortal men lie of the after as they do the before?
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For...
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Can only the ichor-bred resist the saccharine?
Can only the weak fare well in perilous plight?
Indeed, such we call before us.
Farewell.