Naked Fury

God’s fury has passed, as the last sudden light flashes, and the flooding rain begins to slow, while the forceful winds move away to meet the dawn.

One leaf flutters down, torn from its anchor,
resplendent in its moment, whilst I see, feel, as one with that leaf.

The aftermath, what was and what is.
What I wanted.

What is forced upon us, out walk, our path.

To feel alone after the storm, to want to rejoin in the coming dawn, sublime.

The human hunger, naked again, wanting more.

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