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maenad
maenad swaying in the breeze
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Stormy

Chanced

There, now you know I'd rather have storms at night

as if Jacob were still wrestling an angel

Deeply rolled thunder, resonating in waves stronger than the heartbeat in my chest

rain whipped this way and that, becoming a thousand ghost fingers tapping on the window

The howl of wind pushing in , breaking itself on brick and stone, it cries out, becomes music

For trees dancing, bowing deeply to their shadows replaying across the room

lightning flashes to record

I chanced upon you that evening so long ago. I knew not your power, my Hermes, my melancholy brother. Let's lie down in the storm by the river and dissipate entirely.

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