Look around:
What a fury!
What a blitz!
What bliss!
Listen to thunder pound his fists!
And you:
Calm
Cultivated
Composed
An Artemis child all wild and honed.
Form commanding
Shockwaves down deep
through mortar and mantle to resonate sweet
As a distance grows
,coming faster than the wind,
you fall out of visage
That doesnt' stop the storm
It lulls to requite with emotion bright
Like a low-laying sun
Almost done.
It sings,
Calling like a beacon
of Languishing dissonance.
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