Disregard the wind.

It’s not so loud

If you surround yourself with braver thoughts.

Sing while the tornado forces

Its way down your throat and pulls your soul

Out, bare and crying, naked in the air.

How did I know it?

A lonely poet who forgot how to sleep?

Natural disasters in a world where we fight

For control and pure testing environments.

Sterile.

Burn the life out of a room and run your emotional experiments

Like the ghosts in my peripherals.