Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-10-23 00:37:00

Static

The storms were the only thing we shared
The same revelling
Between the rumble
And the blinding.

The pompous things
That drenched the head of Lear
And spurred Odysseus
Are reduced so clearly
To the rubbing of sharp
Opposites,
Raised high on the wind.