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Storms
A sea
of twisting clouds
inverted above
the roiling river
that's churning
and rushing
the mud
oceanward.
On land
in rolling fogs,
averting our eyes
from the turbid skies,
we're spurning
and pushing
the love
that's above.
Our hearts
are tender forts
steepled and paled
and pointing upward
like cities
threatening
the vast
mystery.
We love
exquisitely
to lie and shout
as we hide beneath
our gabled
hunkerings
below
all of that.
Our pain
in position,
we are ready
to hurt each other
everyday
murdering
our loved
evermore.
posted 2004, November 3
New Orleans, Louisiana
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