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"There is a kind of wildness in the air..."
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2003 There is a kind of wildness in the air
wind pushing relentlessly against the trees
the sounds of the city are harsh, demanding - what?
the wind chime tinkles hauntingly
the questioning, puzzled chirp of a bird is drowned out by the motor sounding too close for comfort
I glare fiercly at this unseen force, just as relentless
I shall win, I have already - for the simple reason that you are naught
and I AM
the winds die,
the sounds of the city have returned to themselves
the yellow flower laughs with me in the stillness
another battle won
another battle made non-existent
