February Poem 20/28
Twisting
The eye of the storm has a mouth to match
A twister spiraling down the drain
Sucking up every particle in it's path
No need to grumble or complain
The eye of the storm has a mouth to match
Ripping and tearing and aimless debasing
When it inevitably comes for you, best have a plan hatched
Everything everywhere needing replacing
Oblique Strategy of the day: Repetition is a form of change