A man stands, dazed in the center of a room, staring
At a ceiling fan, watching the blades orbit his vacancy,
No comprehension, of the chaos, right outside his window,
The rushing sound, of whirling wind, surrounds
His absence, as the heightened tension rumbles
Just below the condensation covered filter of the mayhem,
Reaching, for his incognizance in hopes to distress,
The disorder beneath the cloud of ignorance starts it’s climb,
Slithering up the rattled building, as the distance
Closes in, unbeknownst to the severely diluted brain,
For it only took moments, before the havoc scaled
To the top, appeared and swarmed the depressed space,
All while the man stayed in the bliss, of being unaware.
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