Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Storm

The wind gets wilder
at my habitat,
this place where I make my habits at.
The floor shakes
The walls rattle
The windows bend and thrum.
Rain falls up
and the Deep seeps in.
The storm rages on
whispering everything
is holy
as the space between the stars-
It screams-
I will get in
your self defining bars.

-Michael Cran

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