Sun split splendour.
A searing, haze-locked, thermal graze.
Shimmering heat-packed staccato days.
In sun split splendour.

We think we have control.
Of many things it is pretty certain we don't.

We blindly fall in.
See the pictures and do it anyway.
Hear the news and do it anyway.
Read the history books and journals and do it anyway.
Blindly falling in.

Risks?
We take them all the time.
Beliefs?
We hold so many.

A towering tornado tears
through rain-ripped trees
And flattened grasses,
Stripping leveled streets.
The devil has been unleashed.