Tell me, what you feel when gigantic, moving, billowing, expanding, dark, black-ringed, grey, cumulus/nimbus clouds approach from horizon's distance, overtake you with crack of thunder's lightening, pour huge, cold rain splotches on you. You run inside. BAMMM! Your house lights up with a blue ultraviolet, white fireball of electric energy.

what little there is

of differences and similarities

lays on a platter harmless

for now

existing in a harmony unforeseen

for now

what little there is

is all that seems to matter

"Some people are like vodka;

in small amounts

they can make the world

seem really awesome,

but long-term consumption

can kill you."

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