Eye of the Storm

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Snap and whiz die in a flash

Only the sound of whip and thrash

Left to wake us     to chill us

By its yawning absence

Eye of the storm

Firefly swirling

Incandescent green    

Battery-powered waves

Interrupt our dream

Pull us into rage-filled morn

A berserker tempest

Pent fear unleashed

Beneath bedclothes we cower

As furious dawn greets cold bluster

Re-entering a warm cave of dissent

Flannel and sleep our security keep

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