torrents

call back the wind.

inhaling Her gusts to

torrent inside me.

the swirls of wild,

Her blowing, welcome

within this hollow space.

rattling my walls

and whistling throughout,

Her squalls of fury

would be better

than this room of stale air.

as when Her gales rest

to a calm current in waft,

the breath,

my breath,

can begin again.

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