Friday, August 5, 2016

It is a Tempest

The storm
dark thick heavy
with rain
and the jagged sharp lines of lightening
resounding with the roar of a
God-less
Man-less
Human-less
form so intent on grasping
the potential of power
as a club
a swagger
a weapon...

The rains falls
The wind blows
The trees bend
The seas froth

Time
Time
Time

and as the clouds dissipate... the roar fades....

The seeds of change and recovery  have been fed




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