Storm Through Glass
a dizzy inertia of rain
accosts the window with inkless blips.
what is this rorschach patina-menagerie?
what glossy thudding heads!
they shriek silent, but not quiet.
gales thrash and paint so much nonsense splatter:
trickle-twisted horns, whisked whiskers,
storm-coopered hooves.
it's a mutable zoo, far too grotesque
if these ideas resolved full,
nightmares would mar the tempestuous pane.
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9/8/25 ... huge mod spree
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