Tornado dreams recur
Unpredictable, lack of direction
Spiraling and convulsing
Outside becomes the inside
The inside now turns out
Implosion and undulation
Chaos, volatility
Uprooting and wrenching
Everything lay in waste
This is unfamiliar; much bigger than me
For certain there is something hunting me
My insides are devolving
Into something cold and turning blue
Lack of joy usher in the change
The lack of love sets hard the cement
Of disillusionment and desolation
And endless complications disparage
It's just a whisper that's left on my lips
But something which I will never say
What little I have, I will give to you
Please take it from me
The quicker it’s gone
The quicker I am too.
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