S T O R M 


        High-voltage magic
                 slashes the sky
                     booming its own applause.

        Thunder runs mad
                 through roiling clouds
                   laughing "I�m Cause!   I�m Cause!"

        And the creatures cringe
        Under dripping trees
        Whispering prayers to Chance
        While I lift from pain
        With the smashing rain
        Flying into a Spirit dance.

        My head spins giddy
        I step with gods
        In a powerful jamboree
        Then the wildness ebbs
        But I know that for
        Unmeasured time
                    I was free.
         

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