Sense Of Something Coming

 I am like a flag in the center of open space.

I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.

while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.


I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.

I leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.

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