Incessant as the wind

Incessant as the wind, growing fabric of air as
The whoosh settles down.

Incessant as the wind, gnawing out fungal roots
At the core of mottled being.

Incessant as the wind, groping at straws of lazy
Noons and evergreen nights.

This entry was posted in Poetry.

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