S T O R M 


        High-voltage magic
                 slashes the sky
                     booming its own applause.

        Thunder runs mad
                 through roiling clouds
                   laughing "I’m Cause!   I’m Cause!"

        And the creatures cringe
        Under dripping trees
        Whispering prayers to Chance
        While I lift from pain
        With the smashing rain
        Flying into a Spirit dance.

        My head spins giddy
        I step with gods
        In a powerful jamboree
        Then the wildness ebbs
        But I know that for
        Unmeasured time
                    I was free.
         

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