Storms do something to me…
There is a suspending of time and space
Floating and extending beyond the body
In the midst of all the chaos
Calm and knowing pass through
To feel the spiritual beyond normal capabilities
During these times, I pray
For things, I can't utter to you
Childish dreams and fantastic hopes
That could be jinxed in your knowing possession
What of these things
I have not
The social savvy to manifest
Correct role appropriation, looks and persona
To push the buttons of breeders
Who would unknowingly be persuaded
To buy my wears
In the blissful hoarding that is
Their life's plight
The perfect shape of a n