SEPTEMBER STORM

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  • STAYING IN SPIRIT DESPITE THE MADNESS OF THE WORLD

SEPTEMBER STORM

THE UNGODLY IS UPON ME...THE START OF A WICKED SEASON.

THE FOUR WINDS HAVE BEEN GATHERING, AND THE TIDES ARE HIGH.

YET I REMAIN UNRUFFLED...ALONE AND CONFINED

LET IT PASS I SAY. IT IS ONLY SHADOW... DESTRUCTIVE...

BUT ONLY FOR A MOMENT.

HEAVEN WILL SPAWN FROM THE WRECKAGE AND CREATE BEAUTY AGAIN...

YES...INFINITY LIVES.

DESPITE MY SUNLESS STATE, MY HOPE FOR INFINITY IS WIDE AWAKE...

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

casp1’s Poems (16)

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UNTITTLED 0
OBSCURUS 1:1 1
THE NIGHT THAT I DIED 2
WE ARE..... 0
LOCUST IN MY SOUL 1
VISITORS FROM THE PAST 0
W.G 0
SEPTEMBER STORM 0
A RECITAL 0
FEAR 1
THIS WINTER OF MINE 0
OBSCURUS 0
HURRICANE 1
R.A.W 2 0
THE AFTERMATH 0
TO HER... 0