Here, in this landlocked terrain
The winds are vicious dragons
Howling in revenge and,
Shoving clouds across the Sun
Trees succumb; doors rattle
Every inch will soon be covered
In a dust, ancient and immortal
Nothing will wash away
And nothing will remain wet
People will be blown away
Cattle would starve for fear of roaming
With the winds
Stones and rocks will fly
Until the mountain is
Erased of its monument
Life will beg for mercy
A little still
A little quiet
Silently recruited, they vaporously climbed the higher skies
Coldly companionable, they traveled unknown miles…
Condensed within, fluffy light on the outside
They discarded form after form, holding what was beheld from beneath
When there was enough of them, brought together by mysterious propulsion,
They darkened to black depths that promised delivery.
They had reached their zenith, they need wait no longer
Cold and shuddering together, they made flashes of brilliant light
And sounds of a deafening thunder
While their shadow spread their ground, they began their assault
One by one, before the exodus downwards began.
Begun now, they flowed in single files of parallel verticals
And ran the ground in horizontals, merging to form rivulets
Merging to form rivers
Merging to form seas
Merging towards another journey upwards.
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