Storm fever
Through shredded clouds
stretched in seas,
storm blown
behind the wind,
and the dashing constellations
of ragged winter skies,
the stars dip
and flounder,
trees spinning wildly,
tossing,
flailing
pummeled
by invisible hands of giants
their madness
blinded
hidden,
behind moonlit
eyes
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