amidst

amidst

Illustration for poetry reconciliation (click image for larger version). Here is a teaser:

Amidst explosions, electric arcs, and flames,
a doorway had appeared, leading to the other place,
and my younger self was standing there.

He did not speak, his eyes were sockets
filled with shattered tinted glass
(an expensive extra when you buy a car),
and all around a greyscale mist
morphed and curdled where it touched him.

Made by VEE, the visual evolution engine.

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