Storm Through Glass
dizzy inertia of raindrops
rattles the windows with inkless blips.
such a rorschach patina-menagerie.
such glossy beaten thudding heads.
how they shriek, silent but not quiet
while gales thrash and paint--
such nonsense splatter:
trickle-twisted horns, whisked whiskers,
storm-coopered hooves,
this mutable zoo, far too grotesque;
yet generous, still, to blur the visible.
if palettes of water resolved true,
nightmares would mar
tempestuous panes.
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