berometric dreams and the symphony of destruction?

[perception090]

intense short story
my punctuation sucks but i feel like you will bear with it.

]stranger things have happened in a night,
but never before in my own presence.
building up vast utopias,collapsing the with a flex of my mind.
as it went, the vast began to tremble as the empty became full and began spilling over .
the trees could have never stood against a sky like that.
deep furrows rolling off of its brow, through vivid exchanges of color flush on it immense face.
the rain sang from the face of every rooftop,
every structure groaned as they clutched their foundations.
wind sang in many voices detonating panes of glass
it wept into the street and springing to life driven by something more than insanity.
the momentum was building like the steady lug of a locomotive breathing deeper with every waking second.
and off in the distance a figure stood quite calm through all of the commotion no name or face had ever been know to this man seemingly existing only for the occasion, i moved nearer so that i might have a better chance of understanding and once he knew he had my attention, the power i had thought cloud grow no more had been awakened. he thrust his batons towards the sky
parting swirling masses of atmosphere until the stars became the perfect audience, mumbling to each other things which had never been told dancing about themselves. and so it had found its purpose the percussions began lightening licked the face of the earth and spectacular lights sprung up in its wake climbing over anything it could to consume it in its dance stretching out towards the its audience as if it could be fostered in the soul of the burning masses. the earth trembled both above and below .
as salt laden body's of water of every corner of this earth swelled with anger and consumed large portions of land as if it had been stolen and recovered. the man was trashing his hands about
wildly yet his movements had a tempo and were precise , had the the world been consumed by his tempo? had it relinquished its orbit and as easily as it began it ended?..... to the sound of an alarm clock. i may have been the only one to whiteness such an art the symphony of destruction through the barometric dreams,