Lowering clouds

The scuttling before the beast, a quiet angry calm

Like the dry snow shifting on ice caps, blown by unknown foreign winds

The mood changes, darkens, the water rises

In the back of my mind I tried to tame the monster. No use.

I clamp down on the words. They escape-small, spiteful and exponential.

From my mouth burst forth the seeds of discontent.

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