Fear of the Storm


riddled stories

trapped betwixt the lips

embracing inner follies,

perfect faults, and fits

similar to dashed lines

riding on the pavement,

pockets in the shade

completely clothed

and fully naked

even caught in stores

you still feel the statement:

The sun does not rise and ask for a payment,

The moon doesn’t glow and wonder who for,

The bird doesn’t sing to obtain a good score,

The tree will not cry when it rots at the core,

And the river moves with not runs from its source,


Human nature forced a new form

Hiding our sails for fear of a storm

Not letting wind take us

Ignoring air’s patience

Lustfully wanting

More breeze

Than it




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