They say change is coming!

It comes
Like a thief in the darkest of nights
Or, a hurricane whenever it pleases;
knocking you down,
creating fear in your heart
and doubt in your mind

The only change I see
is what’s in my hands
And, I can’t buy bread with it anymore.

What change?

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A combination of 3 digital images merged and edited to create a surreal atmospheric event.

Also supports the poem written before the image was created.