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© 1990, Roy Stucky

The sky
Is electric.
Civilization
Burns away.
Through my hair the
Primal wind tears me
Back to the Ancient Of Days.

Before the storm my man cares fade
To shadows that the lightning laid
Between each leaf and blade of grass
That trembled
As raw force tore past.

Then calmly, but growing
Tears fell from the skies,
And my eyes,
At the mutter of thunder -
Deep voices calling after the light.

And the rain washed away my sorrow.

 
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Home Page Works Series 1-Quest To Be Whole Album 4-Epiphany