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The Inevitable

Mushroom smoke rose up
From the distance
A miracle
Like some wizard cast 
A spell
And then the wave
Do I hide?
Do I get behind something?
Surely I am too far?
The smoke ripples through
The town shifting to rubble
I am hypnotized
Frozen
Soon the wave is coming
The trees bending
The branches breaking
And then it’s upon
Me
My hands feel it first
And then like 
Water it flows
Over me burning my
Skin
My flesh
And soon I 
Am rubble

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