Hurricane

The world is bleeding

with a bag of dread covering each head

each head covering itself with

the spoils of existence that magical

that magical connection

to silver slicing minnows golden streams

silver elixirs the margins of life

are bleeding so hard they say it's coming

from many directions in different manners

pickin up speed and we can see behind it 

where it was what has happened

what has happened they say 

is a grave mess an anxious hole

an anxious whole

whaling its way starboard

wailing its way heartward

a ball of conscious light has turned 

dark grey rays stream from its heart

center is colder and growing

center is cold and growing