whirling we gather matter unaware of the motion within us touching earth in a maelstrom of action sundering some and birthing others of our kind as waterspouts off turbulent Amalfi coast and warm Floridian shallows as cloud we vaporise from nothingness soon alert to all we think we are a galloping steed, lofted hawk spinning we are borne down upon the earth traverse her forests, seas and every sweeping cove touching as whorling gasps of water claiming dominion we are owned billowing limitless, never still drenching, skittering, electric loud disappearing as suddenly as a tornado only those who saw us have an inkling but the air, the sea, the earth, they know as we dissipate back to the shadows rising as dawn dew waxes shallow mists from luxuriant meadows coastal thorn and succulents along the arid, killing shores of the Namib ice thorns of the frozen poles all the deserts, fields and concreted holes drenching earth in our fluids whence they rose spiralling back to hallowed airy globe
Posted on: Sun, 09 Nov 2014 22:46:16 +0000
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