Poem: Storm Through Glass

 

Storm Through Glass

 

a dizzy blather of rain

assails the window with inkless blips.

what is this rorschach patina?

this menagerie of glossy, thudding heads?

 

they shriek silent, but not quiet,

while gales embellish their nonsense splatter:

 

trickle-twisted horns, whisked whiskers,

storm-coopered hooves.

a mutable zoo, far too grotesque

 and yet generous, still, to blur the visible.

 

if such images resolved full,

nightmares would stain the tempest.

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