There is maybe 
in each burst of 
energy, a product 
of fanaticism filling 

the air or the cities 
when the limbs 
of trees hail the 
soldiers to the war. 

Perhaps in each 
bellow, the burst 
of energy produces 
fanatic followers. 

Perhaps in each 
gust, the rush of 
wind uproots all 
modicum of calm. 

Perhaps in each 
caterwaul, the limbs 
of protest raises 
interjective receipt. 

Each is a product 
maybe, without 
hope of reprieve: 
alone in time; Perhaps. 





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