The wind came racing
like neurotransmitters through
the steel-gray mind, scarred by the images
revealed, when night terrors take their toll.
Like an EEG, through stages
upon stages, every vivid, color filled,
frightening detail is etched on that mind.
But, no one wants to hear
that the terrors of the night were
the wind, for there is no beginning or end.
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