Whether Weather

Today blows the wind is whipping all the shutters closed yet gusts of dust roll through me not cutting nor biting but blustering breezily as though I'm not there as though I'm not aware of such zeitgeist climates as those that I reside in I am not here and the air won't give me oxygen as I'm caught within a cyclone of my own Mine that is me has been me, mostly no longer On this day let me be wrapped in aerial vestments the warm west rekindling my breast the cool east resetting my bones bring me back from the brink I breached so long ago and let my solid form settle the storm

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