One Impulse After Another

It’s time to detonate an impulse
Let the landscape roll out its tension
See those green hills?
Trees over the there?
The sky is pure blue
Pure peace

So many words going through different portals
But everything is still calm
The sky is still blue
Condensed peace stretched like foil
No wrinkles
No bends in gray that trap the light

Thunder roams in the background
Given a short break
Now its ready to tear through the world again
Like a four-legged creature
Bloated with impulses
It talks
Illuminating the heavens with lightning
The chicken detonates an egg
But what a way to go

Detonate

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