Cement Winds

Moment follows
Moment among
Standing winds
Whirling ever
Tighter going
Right nor left
Vortex anchored
Self restrained
In rows
Homes roiling
Ordered chaos
Screams percussion
Funneled pain
Whirling in place
Pressure dropping
Sucking voided
Lives empty
Turning turning
No power
No substance
No guidance
No maps no signs
No streets no trails
No up nor down
Spinning within
Walls and laws
Nothing wild
All spirits
Free no reason
No work no death
No choice no love
No will no courage
Howling fear
Dust devils
Uselessly spinning
In place
Bear … 03.28.2015

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