Trees weep prismatic thoughts of sleep
New life green turn inwards curling safely towards mother's
strength
Nuclear sky billows and settles slow churning upheaval
Distance grows few through hazy mind's window view
Stepping into the switches lashing my exposed flesh raw
I face the tyrant twisting wrath of Hell's touchdown
My warrior grin meeting its nonplussed shape shifting eye
A voice speaks in registers unrecognizable, but the laughter
breaks through
And a smile through conscious eye stirs a burn in the cold
liquor of my stomach
I have no need to wage internal war with the one I see break
through the storm
E.A. O'Connell
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