Flash flood alert would have been too tame.
Tornado warnings would have been more true.
You got to love the hijacking mind
It wants to own the air and certain truth.
What function operates here?
Are you that good or not?
I attack and you parry. Are we dancing or fighting?
Get out of the way. Life coming through.
When terrible mock truth, has gone.
What is left of my certainty?
A bruise to the ego or a remnant of love.
Detritus perfectly describes the remains.
A cool breeze circles the whole of it.
Caring nothing for the individual movements
In the hard soft whipping energy of that weather.
Don't feel sorry for me. Keep moving. It's your turn next.
Tornado warnings would have been more true.
You got to love the hijacking mind
It wants to own the air and certain truth.
What function operates here?
Are you that good or not?
I attack and you parry. Are we dancing or fighting?
Get out of the way. Life coming through.
When terrible mock truth, has gone.
What is left of my certainty?
A bruise to the ego or a remnant of love.
Detritus perfectly describes the remains.
A cool breeze circles the whole of it.
Caring nothing for the individual movements
In the hard soft whipping energy of that weather.
Don't feel sorry for me. Keep moving. It's your turn next.
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