Storms always stir
with violet shades of blue,
Look toward these skies
shards of rain impale right through.
Come to me those nights
flicker in and out of breath,
Paling for some meaning,
that goes beyond any depth.
Still words stale this space
the listener never hears,
Silence tends the timid,
while the scream slowly nears.
Now if not ever
this vision ties me in,
Blinded from all reasoning
as I'm bound to it again.
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