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A Storm in San Mateo
Give to me the lightning
of your thought,
and tie it with the thunder
of your cry.
All life will see the fury
yet untaught,
of nature caught within
the knowing eye.
Yet seeing darkness in
that angry cloud,
will empower the senses full
and wide and free.
Still earth will shudder
in its thoughts aloud,
disturbing reverence of
all minds that see.
Fierce, loosened rain startles
the racing river,
flashing its run, reflecting
as the sky.
Caught in light, the mountains
slightly shiver,
As lustrous silver
quivers, high on high.
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