The Storm Poem by Thoughts From B4

The Storm

clouds rain
eyes strain
through liquid lines on window pane
lines arc
mind sparks
seeking secrets in the dark
clock ticks
thoughts flick
philosopher to lunatic
booms crack
flash back
air so heavy, sky so black
thoughts swarm
words form
ideas found within the storm

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