The storm's unushered, prophetic dark, And livid wind welled violet between Scarlet uncertain oaks, blueveined in flashes,--- Upended elements pried from the purpose 5 Dull day proposes, these elements Rhapsodize to obey your compelling grace As I, who move unshielded among them, Am spun to molten love by the owned harmonious noise Sending white tendrils into stone gated ears 10 Until melodious waves crest and besieging enter To touch a magenta core, unsealed: So touched, so tortured.
From the collection "A Volcano Island"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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