jar
raze
knowing
the
thunder
was
working
up
to
some
sort
of
crescendo
did
nothing
to
dull
the
impact
of
one
meaty mallet
striking
the
head
of
a
kettledrum
as
deep
and
wide
as
the
night
wants
to
believe
it
can
be
.
even
after
the
last
reverb tail
has
faded
,
i
keep
waiting
for
the
next
big
bang
to
jar
me
from
my
waking
sleep
.
silence
can
be
just
as
loud
as
any
soul
-shaking
sound
that
sits
on
either
side
of
it
.
this
fitful
storm
is
living
proof
.
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what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from