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Nuke
Radiant light of god inhabits my soul.
Blinded.
Gray fades to a vision of perfection.
I’m at a loss for words…
Billowing, soft, pillows of whispers.
Distant.
I see it caressing the landscape; tickling my heart.
All I can do is watch…
Time does not exist; This moment stands still.
Closer.
Cleaning the pallet, painting, and recreating.
I am overwhelmed…
I will be engulfed in a mysterious state.
Destiny.
I admire the mushroom cloud’s form.
I am ashes…
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Comment by: Apollo - 2008-05-06 12:28
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| Actually I had a dream about a nuclear bomb going off in the distance and killing me... but an allusion to "little boy" might be fitting... |
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the positive diction & imagery are in contrast with what's actually going on.
&& the voice that comes through the persona i could imagine being someone like paul tibbets, that is, if "little boy" (the name of the nuke that was dropped on hiroshima) is the nuke you had in mind when writing this
nicely done |
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| I like it, this piece gives me a totally different picture of the word/subject "Nuke"! It also gives off a different perspective as if someone was watching from a distance, nicely done! |
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