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Storm    (Continued)

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How wild the world can be!
How wonderful, how passionate! For
only a moment,
The Romantics were right. Nature understands
The hot sea – churning and primordial –
And the sick soul – boiling and caliginous.

Or maybe I'm pathetic, and I opened
my rib cage
And let the thunder shake my troglodyte heart,
Letting the lightning cast rib-shaped
shadows on the
Red walls of my chest.
Like primal man, I draw the storm on the flesh-walls
Thinking my blood-storm gives me control.
Thinking that the shadow on the sky feels as I do.

And now I'm shivering, whether from the needle-like rain

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This was literally amazing
Nov. 03, 2013 at 8:55 PM • Report