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I woke up indifferent, it’s happened again
I’m numb and don’t know why.
I’m unable to express my exhilaration or frustration
In a way that pleases me.
That wind never stops blowing
Only changes directions kicking up memories
Of dust and pushing clouds of pleasure over
Way too fast. It hasn’t rained for months
But when it does everything will flood.
Sometimes there’s a quiet that unsettles
And disturbs, catching my attention.
In those profound moments I wrestle with
Whether the storm to come will cause me foul
Or enrich my earth. One thing I do know,
The wind always wins, and it will blow intense
More often than calm, it will brattle and beat
The buildings and me, it will eventually destroy
My surroundings no matter how secure
I believe them to be. I’ll listen to its howl
And some nights that will be a comfort
And others a scare, but in a place like this
You get used to it. You have to, because here
The weak get blown away.