Thunderstorms
The sky huddled gray
Fecundated and fulminated
Sending double-edged daggers
Of regrets and conflagrations
Into a garrulous downpour
Hoarding an obtuse cesspool
Where nothing will ever sink
An impermeable ocean
Of countless bantering
And when it ceased -
The thunder's timbre fainted,
The lightning struck abeyance,
And the atmosphere grew clammy
Like the perforated clouds
Mantling our remorseful eyes -
We are tired and despondent
Of the sporadic climate
And though I am no more yours
As I screamed "Never more"
That echoed into infinitude
My own firmament opened
Like a wound shorn by a knife
You are eternally mine
The climate was ever inclement
The daunted flood grew intrepid
The tress bowed and surrendered
As the glacial sting shuddered
All the sensation left vacant and ajar
Into the palms of your sculling wind
And the sky was ever grayer
poem by Norman Santos
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