Dozen To None

beginning with all
but leaving with none
the storm started form within
escaped from the eyes,
not of the norm
not of this form
living with all but with none
with structure
fearful to none
times has no meaning here
no tick...tick...tick...
no rush
not of this form
joyful to none
no reason to run...

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