Daily missive for Thursday the 15th of January. No matter where it goes The wind blows for me. Within the eye Of a perfect storm The stillness Is toxic. The rain eats Into the beaten earth like acid. The faint touch Of a milky sun, burns Pale, starved skin, Shredded to the bone. Dried, by the Ragged remains Of yesterday’s rainbow. As heavy clouds turn, In ever decreasing circles. Rolling in, With ominous intent. One on top of another, Like over fed rats. Bloated, fat stomachs, Ripe for bursting, Ignorant of their fate. Tumbling and turning, blindly. Held in the teeth Of the wind, Rubbing each other up, The wrong way. Carried along, A reluctant, Recalcitrant collective, Adrift on a stream Of unconscious process, That is set to end, With a sudden, Blinding insight, When the storm breaks.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Jan 2015 09:29:01 +0000
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