The ubiquitous nature of my affliction compels me to seek you out. To know you with my hands and mind.
Still, I am as rain. Familiar in my deluge and forgotten at the first hint of coming sun. A byproduct of a cycle with no more significance than mild and momentary distraction.
As rain, am I not a necessary contrivance? Do I not serve an integral part in the nurturing of the land?
Perhaps I would only be known in my absence.
That is against my nature.
So I cloudburst.
Copyright: Brian Pellerino 2005
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Reviewed by Laura Toops (Reader)
Reviewed on March 4, 2005
I love the analogy and imagery in this one, Brian. Nice work.
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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