the salt from my eye burns
as does the acid of my tongue.
might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight.
might i unearth the hatchet
and put it to proper use
my hand is poised, and in fury.
only thunder gives me rest.
dare me to breathe
when i can't catch my breath.
sway my temper's balance.
only thunder gives me rest.
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