Should anger roar when I journey inward
questing for sparks of epiphany
to free myself from past ravages-
and accept this burden of unrest.
Off the handle, against my earnest will
as midnight rears fury's head;
I stand undaunted by ghastly thoughts
Livening this heart, I'm a raging hunter.
A wee frustration or a slight,
can cause a response so abrupt
should your explosive fuse ignite,
and your composure then erupt,
spawning disquietude and fright,
our serenity to disrupt.
I didn't buy tickets today
for a pyrotechnics display.
When the kettle screams,
I become the steam~
a ghost unspooling
from its copper ribs.
Bones click like stove dials,
skin hums with the hiss
of a pressure gauge
punctured by a hit and a miss.
Flying up around recently of huge
fell snow in apiece
a crazy sigh seemly of snow
without course landing —
so easily flying-so enjoying
pulling by the gravity and wind
and come blaze or portion higher
from the roofs or trees . . .
and while the wind stopped
a clear and empty space
By effects it’s staying.
Oh, while by certain any come
back of the winter around
in sort or strongly strike —
again, flying the snow apiece
without of course landing —
again flying the snow was recent
fell over streets—over roofs
Over the many it trees, circuses.
Flying up recently of the fell
snow in apiece
a crazy sigh seemly without
of course —
so easily flying–so enjoying
pullers by wind
and come up hells or high water
from the roofs or trees
and while the wind stopped
a clear and empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come back
the winter around
in sort or strongly strike —
again, flying the snow
apiece, without of course —
again flying the snow potted
fill over streets–over roofs
over the trees . . .
And lacking be snow–top indeed
The terrain.
Flying the recently of fell
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
Of course—
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The terrain.
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