The Artistry of Storms
STORMS-IN-WAITING
Like a universe of
Timeless stillness
Silence
A heavy weight of omen...
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Beyond Hay
Sullen plains of dust
Reach like magnets
To brooding billows of darkness
Serrated light
An electric scream
Strikes
Broken, wasted flesh whimpers
Parched mouths gape in hope
Serrated light
Serrated light and serrated light
Tears the dark canvas
But the canvas grows
The Artist is in control...
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Within the Western Tiers
Secret caves
Hide in shame
A flash
A crash
A booming drum
A clash of keyless sounds
Rends the darkness
And the canvas grows
For the Artist is in control
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Behind the bricks and mortar
Behind the shuttered blinds
A candle glows
And in the shadows
Faces
Faces young
Faces old
Suspended in fear
Imagining the canvas growing
Knowing
At last
The Artist is in control
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