Tranquillitas
Ash
of
old
storms
ascends,
veiling the vault
with tremulous vapors
where tumultuous elements contend
within the clandestine citadels of thought.
Yet providence tempers the feral convulsion
and loosens its austere
jurisdiction of wind;
ether clears,
lumen
descends,
hushed
calm.
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