Hurricane
A chasms depth, intuitively lunar
The sum of my parts, I wish I understood sooner
For in me, the Moon is an ephemeral form
The convergence of water and air is a perfect storm
Inside the eye of a raging hurricane
Dwells a scorpion that lives to heal others' pain
Copyright © Anonomus Scorpio | Year Posted 2022
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