eye of the storm



feel the alarms within and their deep refrain


some moments of life are as transparent as cellophane


an ugly symbolic figure stands alone, explanation dies away


ultimately, dominant conditions of the darkness end the day




as night like a curtain hangs motionless


then it quotes itself in rich, full folds exogenous


adjudicate a shroud of fragile fraction


through which my features become addition through subtraction




when you almost fall to your knees it is hard to stand strong


affliction instead of benediction still you know right from wrong


the light flickers against the dark, like lightning in bad weather true to form


but in the end, I know it is me, that is always the eye of my own storm






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