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Sunday, November 28, 2004


STORMY SEAS

The wondrous blue is hidden
Behind a mob of restless clouds,
Thrashing as if in hatred
Of the unappreciative world.
The mob spins round and round,
A hurricane upon the sea,
Destroying everything it sees,
Leaving nothing in its path intact.

A scientist braving the storm,
Passion guiding her every action,
Is tossed aside mercilessly,
Not spared the rage of the storm.
Daggers twist in her numb body,
The scientist screams in new-found pain,
Torn apart by the freezing winds,
Shredded by the storm's wrath.

The storm, fed on the death,
Dies into a silent slumber,
The waves cease to rise,
The growls of the sky grow quiet.
The storm is far from over-
It only lies in patient wait
For the next passionate scientist
To serve him or herself for dinner.

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