Stolen Thunder
Stolen Thunder”
A moment is nothing more
than a warm pleasure-
A great whisper of spring.
I had one today;
you stole it deep god of
Thunder.
Where do you come from?
Stalking beast squandering-
the ability to endure a
moment of nirvana,
(patiently waiting).
Tell you what, meet me-
half-past the hour
Thunder Thief,
outside the ring of
this perfect moment;
I
Have
Something
For
You…
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