Who is this stranger which puts us out of ease,
a gusty wind ruffling our layers
chilling us to the bone?
Who brings the breaks that stall our furious pace?
Shake us till our change drops loose.
Pockets of sun send us off panting into a deserted place.
Wild stripes send thrills through our eyes.
Torrential light broods in our feet,
Carried away like granules of sand,
we wear out our fevered hands
tapping out words muted lips can't speak.
A swell is coming riding with an ancient scroll.
Sundering the hills, rippling like melted lava,
Swearing blood on all rooted trees
who strip their bark, giving vagrants
rest in their eaves as music stirs to
awaken all fallen drops from their leaves.
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