poem thing

[toughluck999]

Like a maelstrom
Of our contingency
Chaos whirls wake

A fist flies high
In purple skies
And cracks Sinister’s break

Increase potency through
Quality

Drenched clash
Glides
Leaving forgotten mist
On flowers’ lips

Flame reaches down
Through thunder’s crown
Whips near self
Crack

Beast blown

Hidden Perspective
Of glass veil
Flash of vertical static
Shades distorts pane

Vision blurred
Light
Shake earth ground

And light
Relief until steady

Ameliorate and slow
Silver flies through
Swirling skies
No more

Flex

In distance

Chill

Break

Fall

Cease

And restore
What color rain takes
No more