The rift between two clouds closes me in.
I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane
wind, twisting unruly emotions. I made
a decision when the moonless night had come.
Left me lost in the prairie of thoughts, alone,
nothing to be said but done? Elegies sing
before I am able to feel respite. It’s raining
the echo of my imagination as if dreaming
exploded; as if the Northern Star before it
became visible, even most moonless nights
can't shade possibilities of endlessmight,
so don’t dare to close your eyes tonight.
...While stars hurl into curved dimensions,
circles close the rift between my two eyes.
The hurricane I feel subsides as I spin words
at the same velocity the hurricane can through
nano-interdimensional bubbles as unfolding
and folding sheets made of memory strings
of thought breathe my way out of dizzy winds.
to a 
