there are swords in the strata
hiding relief in luminous ruin

carefully planned ions
charging dire oblivion

burning shortcuts thin
stoic light embattling

a beastly warpath song
in chaos and crescendo


even thunder boils out
stranding the stricken


bearing echoed thought
roaring memorial winds

lungs return to voices
tongues thick with air

windily whisper wisdom
fluttered airy empathy

in extant exhale above
inhaling electric love

06/24/2018

Posted on 06/24/2018
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