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Of Storms and Silences



What storm is it that you brew
In your tea cups this time?
Which is this war
Ravaging your hinterlands?

I stand outside your minds corridor
Waiting
For a soft whisper to blow apart
The silences that fast gather
Into clouds thundering
And promising
Another downpour

I stand quite
Wondering
Which will be the killer this time.

The storm that rages in you
Or the one that I fight within?

April-8


From Life in a Multiverse

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