i of a hurricane

the chaos

feels like

the sound of a wind-muted thick-tongued

snapping flag

 

this chaos is not unbound

but grounded by a firm lengthy

pole amidst the empty foaming beach

 

there is so much

space

 

so many sounds

crashing together

 

surrender is all i can do

 

returning jabs of the rope and hardened corners

the pulse of my blood as much

in the world as in my body

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