Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Marianne Bluger


Hard rain on my seared root
you are - and lightning bolt
you're wind come wild
thrashing one black tree
against the light-cracked sky
you are what breaks
apocalypse - the day
and you thick night
you are the changeless
peaks and you deep valley
torrent carving stone
you're stone that holds
all raging in - you are
the raging
you the din
and you the Holy
silence when it ends.

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