A slow storm builds in my broken soul

a slow storm
builds in
my broken soul,
the time of
destruction
lies behind
my eyes,
the time of
creation
lies behind
my eyes,
when the
light it fades,
when lightning
it strikes,
the thunder
rolls on in
my burning soul,
my churning soul,
my yearning soul,
the storm
unleashed
from within,
a torrential
outpouring
of words
out into the
Universe,
a dirge
to the dying
embers
in us,
a paean
to the
harmonious
sparks
in us.

Tymen

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