
today i ride screeching storms
don my lion's mane
slicked severe brown and gold
long flowing cape
unfurled dark dread shaped
slice and pierce easterlies blown fast
howling
i climb and i climb
fierce
soar over
thundering storm clouded beasts
swallow chimeras
vomit uroboros
launch lances serpent tipped
scaled tails
thorn wrapped bolts
and anvil weights
in all five oceans
crash and raise seven clawed swells
concentric
venomous milk froth white
grey blue
steel vendetta daggered shapes
sweep deadly and swift
flood mangrove coasts
break ice shelves
slash jungle tops
douse volcano flames plume white
fist pound lava planes
into parched dune deserts
salt flats sulfur bleached
crusted
cracked
scored
scorched
and dead;
then i wade
pebbled pools
stream dip
and cool
pick
pocket one,
a small worn stepping stone rock
smooth, slick
and dripping wet;
for you
another one for me;
this before sunrise
and our first cup of espresso (coffee).
then
we sit,
invent,
and play stepping stone games.
today i ride screeching storms
~noxalio~
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