Storm
A change of pressure in the air
The force that pushes through the tear
A carving of a natural stair
That lashes stone and rock through wear
A rushing force unseen by eyes
The desolation lifts my cries
To places up beyond the skies
A break of breath above the lies
What changes when the storms arrive
What instincts scream to us: survive
I breathe again, my soul alive
The lashing winds renew to thrive
An unseen hand that grips me tight
The darkest clouds to cover light
I’m thrown from day into the night
Alone in blackness beyond sight
A storm of consciousness alone
That breaks both soul and shape and stone
It rocks us to the very bone
Until we for our sins atone
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