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Storm System
Rain specks on summer glazed skin
Flicking, pop
Pop on the glass
There.
Up.
The spiels and towers,
Mountains of layering wet
Unbrazen
Loom
Wind picks up
Trees sing and throw limbs
Arms
And fingers
The Godseats' fluff rises and strings sun
From star yellow, blind white
Top to low grey I can brush with a pole
Revealing the simmering cold inside, a sheet of rain
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