A ghost left to drift
In the remaining years
The night without fear
Arm stretched wide hoping
Dreams haunted in flicking light
Vast undulating clouds
Sunlight slashing in the gathering storm
Silhouettes against the background
Boiling clouds tossing
Distant thunder floating in
Divine spectacle unleashed
Thin material folding
Filigreed with rust
A syndical alone on a point
Guarding the whispers in the wind
Only words lost in the fog
Some nifty imagery -- both concrete (e.g., boiling clouds) and abstract (e.g., whispers in the wind). I am not sure what it means -- but it does quietly rage.
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