awoke to the silence br that deafened the ear br awoke to the pain br of a soul being seared br colors surrounded me br entertwined in the scheme br of picasso proportions br what could it mean? br saw drawings etched br upon the flesh of creation br strong smell of brimstone br was it Hell and Damnation? br the moment was palpable br a moment of fate br an odd game of solataire br where the only move was mine br and i... br well, i moved too late.