the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning
the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets
many arms
tossed between them
a head
many arms
held a woman
possessed
and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen
in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
imagined
things that
had yet to
happen
but determined
that they would.
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