Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Hurricane.

Let's write things at the height of caffeine delirium.

Break him
Like the twig in hurricane
Bending at the reed

Soon the flesh
Will flee from hurricane
And the mind will

Be cast
Into the fearsome hurricane
Like red leaves in

Torpor
Fluid and bloody
Into the windy maw

A glass so heady
Into the windy maw
Like scarlet leaves

In torpor

Unfold like
Orchid's spring
For broken is

The animus
Unstuck has come
The hurricane

The birdsong
Morning has finally come
I am released

From torpor

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