Sunday, November 4, 2012

Turbulence

Weight bears,
Drowns drop on drop
Pounds, down and lee-side
Circling, flays.
Moan abreast, and find
each crystal flail a-splatter
Renders space invisible as I
Cup, sip, wish, watch, amazed
Want to fly in this, to ride
storm-astride to lift and foist
Tlaloc's fountain rage.

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