Tranquil disruption

over uneven grounds

set firmly into sinking

piercing quiet sounds.

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Somewhere in the storm

my mind is at its rest

caravan of dismay

turning at every behest.

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Perhaps the clouds will part today

and show me an endless ocean

my sitting in a craggy calm

arresting my soul in motion.

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No matter says the inward voice

I will come again at eve

surround you with the world at large

and weight upon your ease.

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