i can't see the way in the dimness.
how the wind strikes up: the band
struggles in a moment with just noise,
then settles on a howl. Insistent
burr unending, vibrates through the heart.
the wind eats my hair. a fugitive damp
begins. light scatters. all is clear.
then a murmur: a clap: imprinted
is I. stopped by a sound. stunned.
thunder is the way the world goes:
never in the moment of the light
but trembling away and out, and fading.
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