You say something
There will be
is what comes
Makes sense to me
a reverberating roar
After the light
echo, echo, echo
and stillness, too
Contrast discerns the difference,
Yet all is contained
Whose to say the thunder isn’t enlightment,
Or perhaps enlightenment is all things
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