First, you must discover a circus of language
That can properly present the sea.
And compel cyclones of color
To emerge from the tidal swirl.
It takes lucid magic to harness a storm.
You cannot rely on the blindness of form
Because a storm must have definition
To discover the sanction of redemption.
In dynamos of thunder, we can discern
The full breadth of human affairs.
If you lift it as a calling
If you lift it as a calling
Consummate in creation
And dismiss the gentle cancer
That lurks behind the clouds,
In that moment, you claim the storm.
It becomes you.
In that moment, the limpid survey
Of tremendous seas
Bring you the strength to master
The storm.
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