My brain is the Arctic,
Fluid thoughts transform to ice.
My heart sun beams.
Melts away what I thought I knew.
The water runs through me,
Ever-changing without permission.
The seasons of my notions change statically.
My soul is the air,
Silenced by the raging rivers that cascade through my being.
An elemental warfare;
Thoughts, feelings, desire, chaos, fear
Hoping for the stillness of the air.
Waiting for the storm to calm so I can hear.
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