Rumble.... rumble,
pound away.... you adoring thunder,
ease feverish fiends harassing beneath eyes of slumber –
I.... am afraid tears have evaporated below river beds under flown,
here.... there.... everywhere, never the more agile,
this soul has walked upon miles, never ceasing to roam –
Rapturing rain... feed thyne dusty spirit a taste of pureness as it coarsely weeps,
ensnare potential greatness behind clouded peeks,
freshen thy scabbed wounds, from piercing weapons harboring beneath inner disease –
I, await a recollection of a time when mind was at peace.
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