What curious terror

If fate pulls our will I could perhaps

imagine a beautiful freedom

but I tie up in storms

want to be safe, sure against

a terrible wind not yet behind us.

The waves keep coming and

rain wracks our steely calm.

Where does the the silence go?

Let the pause linger, you tell me.

Find power in the empty space.

— Drew Myron

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