Well, if you must,
You might as well
Go back to bed.
Avoid the dark,
By dreaming more.
There was a storm
In the city
You were dreaming.
Lights flickered out.
The windows broke.
People living
On upper floors
Cried out and watched
The city’s death
By the lightning
That brought the dark.
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