Storm NecessitatesA Poem by Onoma
As a storm necessitates the great
concurrence of clouds, the vast exodus of their content touches down to earth. Hard it cometh, gentle it passeth... nothing of its fulfillment left in want. By thunder and...silence, the discourse latched unto ...what of Heaven...what of Earth. By all intuition vast--what sought shelter but moment ago emerges... to Know thereupon. Carried in, carried out--let him, her Know...there is no other Way. Konstantinos Mark
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