Nothing Special

November 13, 1997

I run in my bed toward the ocean,
Drain myself into the sea
Boyant Wanderlust

Sucked through a shaft
Splattered against your body
Consumed through a flask,
Boyant Wanderlust.

Sacrifice me to the Goddess
Then flush me out
Back to the ocean
My Boiyant Wanderlust

Drifting for centuries,
Decades on end
Decide to take flight
Clouding your days
Freezing your nights
Boyant and Wanderlust

Clustering cumulous, thickening nimbus
Swelling until my weight is no longer supported
Falling, heading toward your barrier
Used for protection against my wrath

I hit

You feel,

You see

A gleam of recognition
Sparkle of doubt?

Guttered

Sent back to my

Boyant Wanderlust

Nothing special


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