thunder

i speak
in spiral staircases
in the quiet spots
of my mind
rounding each level
to end up
exactly
where i began

i can no longer tell
if the thunder
is in my head
or
shaking the windows
as it rolls
constantly
in and without

when i shut my eyes
every sound
sends flashes of light
through my brain
synthesia
in bits
of braying
madness

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