Rumble.... rumble,

pound away.... you adoring thunder,

ease feverish fiends harassing beneath eyes of slumber –

I.... am afraid tears have evaporated below river beds under flown,

here.... there.... everywhere, never the more agile,

this soul has walked upon miles, never ceasing to roam –

Rapturing rain... feed thyne dusty spirit a taste of pureness as it coarsely weeps,

ensnare potential greatness behind clouded peeks,

freshen thy scabbed wounds, from piercing weapons harboring beneath inner disease –

I, await a recollection of a time when mind was at peace.

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