The roots are what sets a human apart
from the mindless drone,
from the numb escarpment
of vacant hope -
It all starts with fertile belief
in the gleaming sunlight
of the tireless mental weather
despite the collections of
meteorological
tornadic data
we sprint outside.
A bolt of lightning in society's distant
but thunderous eyes
this electrified ass
hides
only for a moment
to put on shades
to properly showcase the greater good
of our storms of all colors
the only way we rightfully should