In a civilization
Forever beyond repair,
As all always are,
A small figure stood
Swaying against the starlight.
I'm just waiting for something
To happen, he said.
A storm responded, blotting
The stars, offering lightning,
A tempest tailored for him.
Ah, he said, I see, but that
Is no different from saying
I was made for this storm's sake,
When we're all one thing.
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