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Old School Poetry #1: Tempest

  • Jul. 30th, 2003 at 8:35 PM
Tempest

Look into the maelstrom eye
Anger wrought by nature's mouth.
spinning core, see it cry
hammer-blow from the south.

In this tempest you see me
held aloft as if by truss.
Not in control, the storm moves free
Unwitting passengers, both of us.

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