the dead of spring

they said it was on the day of the wind

(on the wind)

a black hole came to earth and left with this

train twisted lllloud spindle

for those who claim to see

heaven is

dug in a ditch

lying low pressure, lightning is taut

as lighting down does

the power lined touching

one eye and passing hard

debris detritus a column of dust

inside a family inverts

shelter me! the acoustics!

calamity ferocity mindful intent

eerie

suction whirl rush rotation

calm

downdraft spiral jogging vertical

if i lie flat if i cover my head if i

panic in a field if i move away from the glass

have a flashlight gas station basement or bathtub

dirty scum sky fast flashing green gray jagged

who you who you who you

the air itself is dangerous

yet get a grip, windspeeds

can be categorized

throw a car, heavy

a window, light

uproot a forest, medium

pull up a chair,

settle the town

the moral obligation is to

accept and welcome the guest

temperatures colliding, space slash competition

heat like humans /cold like creatures

the funnel needs a certain dead balance to thrive

riot updrag, a safe physical distance

unlike the dreamstate

unlike wednesday

unlike an isthmus

with chagrin, let it be known water

is no barrier

supercells outflow

stability dissipates

levels die twisting

vortex vortex vortices

(only the wind)

will arrive

here

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5.10.13