No-storm

There is No storm

Just Rain

Limning the edge of supernal form

The perceptible God

A highly viscous flowing of lightening strike in an undulating prop that supports an eternal internal form.

The realest part that might and when in awareness the delight of the bipedal vehicle that gleefully rolls along the line of shore on the shoal that rest between eternity

And space time

Both of which it will forever and never know as its home.

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