Monday, December 31, 2018

The Rerun of Nature

Lord of dark clouds, I am
The monster you cannot
Ever completely tame,

The eel in the water,
The ogre deep in trees,
The dragon in the cave.

Sure, you wield the lightning.
Sure, you gave language birth.
Sure, I’m dark and tongue tied,

And legless, of no worth.
The beast you occupy
Who has to be wordless

Without your magic, words,
Even once occupied
And speaking as you teach,

Still has an existence
Your games cannot gainsay.
Your old’s my news, today.

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