Sunday, January 29, 2012

wherever i go, a tempest follows

i have gone through seven cities in the past few weeks

every one, i am chased away by the sound of thunder and the crash of jupiter's mighty javelin

this is why i fear no human, filled with pests

because, in truth, the true power of the murder is so much more terrible, so much more awe inspiring, than any mere mortal could be

the point at which they shed the pretense of their mere brutish form

and, in its place, bring the storm

1 comment:

  1. Seven cities must be hard to run through on such short notice.