Electric night
. . .the storm has passed
it pulls itself northward
with blue-white tentacles
like an octopus reaching out
for a new abode
it is a juggernaut
of unfathomable force
unstopping
unthinking
but not undoing. . .
1975
it pulls itself northward
with blue-white tentacles
like an octopus reaching out
for a new abode
it is a juggernaut
of unfathomable force
unstopping
unthinking
but not undoing. . .
1975
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