tempest
twisting and storming
a cauldron of molten thought
fierce white blinding joy
flood
holding still your eyes
the river inside surges
crystal clear intent
windows/glances
to what is inside of me
new to me too
I just sat down
and let the words come
no preset or goal
it feels odd, but honest
to write this way
I had no idea what was waiting
there they are
it is what it is
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