Storms come with perfect fury.
Devoid of anger or righteousness
their drench and wreck are
reminders of our place in this system of existence –
somewhere between stone and star.
The Conscience of This Universe
17 Tuesday Oct 2017
Posted in poems
17 Tuesday Oct 2017
Posted in poems
Storms come with perfect fury.
Devoid of anger or righteousness
their drench and wreck are
reminders of our place in this system of existence –
somewhere between stone and star.