A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Blinking Eye
I’m in motion
Back arched
Constantly swaying with the movement of the wind
Pulled into a black hole, as everything dances
Toward the center of the drain
And I’m a fly with wet wings spiraling
When there’s no hand to hold to keep me afloat and no strength in my legs
But a maenad rhythm in my head
Beat, rest, beat, rest
Hero of the storm
Seeing you through the blinking eye of her hurricane
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