You can feel a storm coming
The first faint rumblings
low frequency dips
deep bass frequently
tumbling
into the hiss
of rain
diamonds falling in formation
sky fathoms movement rushing
repetition, repeating, replication
multiplication, reproduction
implicating water quantities
drips out pooling
as a coral sea
at once
tears of all ages
blood, snow and bile
cooling in the muddle of puddles
so revisited
ad infinitum
pharaohs, landmarks, history and light
raindrops and race cars and robots fight
for spaceships exploding into splendors in flight
tension
in rusty unhung
windy trances relegated, commanded
for the un-mended fences to dance
in the tendency, modestly demonstrate
corroding Swan Lake
an aperture focused
on fates
keep a ladder in your pocket
every lamp needs a socket in darkness
Waiting for lightning to illuminate
to the unchecked
box you climb
Mountains I am,
as a sky you lay over in a starless, seamless black
like storms need a calm sky
a blank canvas
to imbue
with fury
and meaning.
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