“It was night, and the sky spreading into a rain that fell like darkness visible, a glistering where there was no light.”
― Sandra Newman, The Heavens

I roll like thunder,
Go, like dynamite,
All flesh and bone, I come,
Old death 'long by my side,
In from the storm,
This scornful breath about my tongue,
O' the thing I done
I took my chances,
Took what chance I got,
Lord know, my hands is tied,
This all-bindin', ancient, blood,
There flood my mind, images.
Blindin' as the sun,
O' the thing I done
Can't tell my future,
I can't tell my past,
It's only eludin' fate,
That make my journey's task,
That weigh down upon me,

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