I took my heart
to a dusty storm -
Tornado
And, found
My own figure
Bulging up from the vortex, within
From the strands of
Wilderness
Was I born -
No less of respite
Than a volcanic art
Sprinting miles of ashes, afar
I bind my world
with the feet of possiblities -
All frenzy
Did you not see, how
my words
Got flittering away
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