The night sky ruptures;

Men assume divinity, and manufactured thunder joins the chorus of trumpets.

The stars are rendered mute in the explosions.

Sonic exultation reverberates across the skyscrapers.

We watch each burst, wondering if it is the finale:

Thrashing, crushing, eviscerating the heavens.

then silence...

A New Year begins in Boston.

When did you turn into a 14 year old LiveJournal user?

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