I'm outsideNot in/at the InnSidesAnd Signs of barns, houses,

Horses, Field of Dreams
Minutes B4, now,

Now Debris FieldsAnd I decision the makeTo go out intoWeather turned

Feral

Oh yeah Mom n Dad are in Town, and in this storm of
The many deafs of Fear
I don't walk but think I do
AndA splinter splints its splinty
Way through my hand;Irony: no debris, 'cept
A hole

Sandblasted:
Roaring, tearing, the Train
Never even on its tracks, 'cause
Twisters are just looking for
Balance
Imbalance, I am, blown out,
Then in and under the porch
As the most gentle of transformed cool breezes
Eats my house from on top of me

The Eye, I can't see
But feel the eerie
Spooky Action Not At A Distance
I crawl out because this ******
Thing has paused, yet still a whirl-Wind;

I'm miles 'neath the ocean
Of air and as yet un
Effected, Affected;

Beast of Chaos:
A god, or demi, possibly whispered a high sigh;
ATMOS. CHILD OF SUN AND WATER.
KNEEL
(OH, PROSTRATE ALREADY YOU ARE)

"I'm not afraid of you!" I scream, a baby-
Sized tornado of all my emotions
And a dark articulating wind-limb
Delivers my message post haste

ATMOS's voice hesitates, and I see
The Wall of Iowa Farmland
Written;
Wayward Eye Unstable as FlyingHorses aren't ever s'posed to be

Mother, Sky,
Ocean
Still-young Off Spring:

Confused: Am I Warm?Am I cold? Am I BOTH?

I look up, crawling windy crap
Trying to kiss me, missing;
Only one window
Has been blown shut by a group
Of hay. Hey! Pebble? 

Upside-down,Looking up into
Oblivion
I scream the silent screams
Of Everyone Gained the AbilityTo Twist, Shout, and
Soar Into the Vortex

Weather Beast-Child Has
Found his MoJo, possibly seeing
Through undigested glass?
Vision Repaired?
Gravity is on a coffee
Break from the bounds ofSquirrely dirt;
Up, Up, andWay
8;

I SEE YOU, LITTLE MAN.
I SEE YOU WELL.
YOU BATTLED THE UN-BATTABLE
YOU CRAWLED MY GROUND.
I SHOT STRAW ARROWS AT YOU
(AND MISSED IN PURPOSE)
Brave one!

The spinning black and brown
Disposal peters out
Wiping blood and dirt and tears as
My broken/un window
Was just covered with deadly
Confetti
And the last thing I see
As I wilt and lose my feet -
As the Storm
Found Equal Librium
Is that hideous Eye
Winking at me as it
Winks out