stormy prophecies

my heart feels lost
fumbled down storm drains
as water levels rise
and submerge passions under

water. tide swept out like mice
in the kitchen but so idyllic a
scene begs reproach

all i do begs reproach
all i am begs reproach

burnt air serves stormy
prophecies but eyes are
few and far between

does your heart feel worthy of the touch of grace?
does your soul burn at the thought of encroaching on heaven?
does the fire in your heart burn furious?
does your life know the meaning of change?

is your world a better place?

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