The Storm
A chance to alter the voices.
To transcend into the wilderness.
Swirling in an inconsolable storm.
Another night filled with curiosity.
I can thank the storm for its poison.
For I am numb to the trees that try to guilt me.
Treading a fog that shields me.
From the ravenous silence.
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