the eye
5-23-00


turbulence and chaos once ruled my space
swirling clouds of thunderous rage
demonic stares
fingers pointing

tossed around like a conscious puppet
utterly defensless...
constantly defensive

but the storm always has an eye
the calm, serene, transcendental moment
soulful sighs
heads upturning

knowing all the while it was only temporary
seemingly tranquil...
suspenseful and transient

what remains is a renaissance
all that is thrown apart is reborn, rebuilt
the phoenix
fertilized
revitalized
by its own demise