Storm

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[Pater]

Storm before you arrive,
are you waiting for me?
The build-up of my tears,
stifled by the loneliness
of my withered pride,
unshared.
 
Is your anger apart
from the atoms you have?
Below all of my fears,
rifle aimed at all the rest,
as the words all hide.
Blameless.
 
Is your black-bellied shape
your frontispiece to earth?
I lack the symmetry,
but my darkest sanity
has form in my mind.
Naked.
 
Storm on my horizon
I go now to the field,
bow my head, raise my arms.
Far from the ugliness
of my concrete life.
To die.

by Pater