Updraft
By Gwion
The first drowning gasp Of flesh ripped from flesh, Each quivering wail of Man, Moves invisible threads of energy. Desparate gulps become air Heated by angry bulbs, By fumes of the family. Even in vast clouds Can we pull faces from Massed moisture, We can see beginnings Of thought, Of lightning between lobes. Wind Moves water through air, Starts currents. Sends static shock ideas Radiant blue spectres To plummet From towering potential To smash pellets of anger Into the dust. Cycles break bones Hurtling ice Thrown from Nimbus hands To wreck What Man was so bold As to create. Breathing sparks Chaos, The beginning of all things And the eventual ruin Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 02:28 PM PST 0 • 9
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"The first drowning gasp..."