After the Whirlwind


Meeting the World after the Whirlwind

Confined and consigned into a bubble outside of time
This wind shakes me away. Days astray lost in ocean spray
On the wild seas of the world I am hurled; heedless
And diseased; frightened among tantamount seas,
Suddenly
There
Is
A calm that shakes and gives wake to a steady pace
And I am walking. Breeze against my back in a tract
Of open world that stands before me like a door; standing
Bright; all thoughts devoid and empty of fright,
Suddenly
I
Meet the world

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