turning in a moment

turning in a moment
of bliss
like thunder chasing
the wind


the sound of the ripple
after the first tear falls
after the last drop comes home
echoes within me

in a moment
like thunder
chasing silence
after it passes

when the wings stop beating
and the wind is still as death
between nowhere and everywhere
i am free



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