How do you capture the crest of a wave
What sort of cage would you need
A mountain of weight behind a closed gate
Containing a world full of speed
How do you hold back the peak that you seek
What sort of poem would you write
A landslide of noise sliding rumbling down
Pulling blankets all over the night
How do you hold on to beautiful thoughts
What sort of turmoil would you match
A whirlwind of rain knocking hard at your door
Straining the nails on your latch
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