Zywa
The Milky Wind in my head
It attacks me at night
a vague, milky-white sense
that spins around in my dream
like a tornado around my house
Swirling memories
keep me awake, centuries
of wisdom flow through me
not to be lost
In the morning I ponder
rocking on the porch
There is truth cracking
in the wood, it starts
to sing like heavenly harps
a Milky Wind in my head
that throws everything open, blowing
down my house in front of me
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