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Coming
...Storm
At Star lights... call
all, signs
of life... above,
beyond, and between...
rise and fall, as particles
of living dreams... in flow
sands of the hourglass
...the vessel is filled
as it is emptied
at an identical pace
we meet ...as always
somewhere, in the calm
and bright... meet me
up in the stars
...tonight...
flash
did you see that...
Lightning bolts,
Can you hear it... like a train
gathering momentum
in its approach...
gradually rumbling past
at first, far cries...
each one incrementally closer,
thunderous explosions in the skies
bringing a response to your inner being...
as it's awakening to the coming storm
a wall of rushing pressure,
makes its presence known
winds which thrash the trees,
stir up the face of waters
darkening the mood...
as if a cosmic entity was arriving
...do you feel the tension
being released? in the air
falling rain, whipped
to a frenzy... streaming
...the ground rumbling in reply
Meanwhile, back on earth...
music playing ...in the background
Weather Report, Sweetnighter...
BoogieWoogie Waltz
Television playing, same old daily news,
Sunday singing, down the street...
praising, Jesus... praising voices
you'd ignored ...once, again...
Still, Jesus is
...your friend...
But, what's up?
you're feeling
a bit uneasy... about today
something, in the air...
what it is... you cannot say
the usual grind?
sure, you'll endure it
shake it off the usual way
but, no... Not today
Tick... Toc
TIME
is
not...
on your side
Today...
the coming storm
ONE, alone
...cannot long endure
no amount of bravery...
can assure ...resist... if you can
the astral tides... are closing, fast...
the key to the next dimension comes
with the next wave... hop on it, now
drop in its trough, time to rise
...are you so secure
...that what you find convenient,
to do... will not prove to be
a haven, granted with immunity
are you clairvoyant?
so sure of the purity
of your thoughts
imbued with a sanctity...
that will not become
yet another victim, to...
not to mention, another
key point of contention,
perhaps, unjustly...
when one of the elite
questions your position
under their interpretation,
lawyers, pimp and strut...
battle, in proxy... cash talks
...the prevalent authority, balks
sets in motion... a compromise
as words fly... back and forth
it becomes clear... you lose...
no matter which avenue chosen,
no matter how much you resist
they persist... continue to drain
not just another stolen dream,
stream of broken promises,
still, you continue
at least this time... it's but
an imposition to you...
not as its implied, open warfare
or the thinly veiled threat of
lynch mob violence...
the chosen magistrate agrees...
...you must relent, move aside
claiming manifest destiny...
but as the winds begin to shift
you see flashes... over the horizon
as once more, fate intercedes
will you fight... alongside your ancestors
aside from the dream...
the lifeblood ...which flows
ever between
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