Written this Tuesday morning while listening to the music that follows…

Pouring forth into clouds and whispers
the slow, steady build
makes her presence known
Hours accumulate into days
and disappear

Pouring forth behind steeled glances
and snaking lines
she bides her time
Rainfall makes floods
from cloudy skies

Pouring forth through fluid movement
blurring before the camera lens
she is the distilled spiral
the dance become hurricane
made landfall

Pouring forth a force to be reckoned with
were it contained
or capable of restraint
She’ll see your desire—
but ignore the beat at your peril

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(31 October 2017)