ILL WIND

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    ILL WIND

    Oppressive, inescapable,
    enflamed
    You suck all reason
    right out of the air
    And under that
    incendiary glare
    You beat us down
    in scorching gusts,
    untamed.
    No matter how we hide
    we have to hear
    You howl and screech
    and rant
    The filth that's clogging
    each unlidded ear.
    You blast us on and on
    relentlessly
    Oblivious that we
    might be annoyed
    Or want to speak
    or just sit quietly.
    Guess you think
    conversations fear a void.
    How can you talk so long?
    Such dirt? And why?
    Be silent, silenced,
    lose that voice or die.

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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