CLOSE YOUR EYES
White clouds shoot out in all directions, in a dust storm of flame, a gritty, swirling Sahara,
burning from gray-white to an incandescent platinum so raw it makes your eyes squint,
to a radiant gold so narcotic you forget how to blink. Close your eyes, and you hear the
deafening rat-a-tat-tat of firecrackers… feel them arcing against your chest.” ~ D. Ackerman
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