Bombs Bursting in Air
Sight - I sit high in the stands; the crowd of figures milling around on the field; splinters of shrapnel; [cars] bumber to bumper; bombs on the horizon;
Sound - the tinny voice rings out; the bomb that exploded; rattled our shelter;
Feel - wriggling from my grip; tiny shockwaves;
Entropy
Sight - windows were leaking every time it rained; hair was turning gray; entropy [is like] the arrow of time; water flowing down a mountainside; the more pieces in the puzzle; the avalanche of disorders; Crystals and Snowflakes and Galaxies are islands of incredibly ordered beauty
Sound - the uneven vibrations screeched;
Feel - ice-cold air molecule; social institutions- like atoms and stars -decay;
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