The dream wakes

A small cloud darkens
Itself into fluff.
Dark fluff
Descends to fullness
Plummets into its vicious
Funnel
Catastrophe spinning into
A beautiful diamond
Transparent and into that
Other world
We often dream about.
Glass transparency
And edges tinged with
Angles of purple.

Then in a second
The awed crowds
Transfixed awaken
Running for cover.
The beauty now
Sweeps
Sucks in souls
And cars
And whatever else.
Comorbidities of careless
Inspection

I knew preservation
Before it came .
Forms run behind the building
These too sucked away
To be broken and
Swirled.
A digestion.

And I take
That path I know
Instinctively safe.

The snow turns to hail
And back to snow.
Our path white now
Slippery clear
White swathes of snow
Broken things covered
And we escape to
The city on a hill
That beautiful place
Where turrets rise high
And survivors abound.
Those who saw
Those who recognised
Danger before the awe
And splendour
Of nature.



Poetry by vidura rambachan
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Written on 2022-07-23 at 11:13

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