After the Hurricane
Rest now…
To idle from natures’ merciless dispossession
Lifeless muscles slump
Still now,
Though exhausted from the blow
Perhaps you are the same;
Now we are one.
Breathless, windless, airless,
Silence after the slaughter
I did something wrong;
Beguiled from belittlement.
Yes, I am mortal now…
Aftermath of the hurricane.
The beginning of the end,
Heart beats.
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