Closing In

When I woke, it was incipient

and I could feel it coming,

even if the forces escaped my attention.

Ignoring my instincts, I carried on

lost in thoughts,
barely worth mention.

A warm wind rolls the dust

and by the afternoon, the sky is colored rust

Today’s work is not done, but I sit and watch
as the towers are built

in the afternoon swelter.

I should have seen it on the horizon,

the wreck my life is becoming.

It’s closing in...
and now there’s no time to get to shelter.

Tuscaloosa 04272011/2210UTC

You tore my beliefs from their foundation

I lay, cut and broken, looking at a calm blue sky

While thunder threatens a repeat and rain soaks my skin.

I’m too shocked to realize this is not my imagination.

The fierce wind took my breath and I can’t get it back no matter how hard I try.

Words stumble over my tongue and don’t make it over the din.

I sensed something brewing, yet went forward with blind eyes

The anger rising like heat waves from the concrete.

The sadness leaching from the pavement, fueling the air.

It never ceases to amaze me, the fact that I’m surprised.

My thoughts, flailing about like a child’s tantrum, never complete.

Suddenly, it's upon me, and I walk into its lair.

Welcome inside the bear’s cage.

You won’t see me coming in the wrapping rain.

I’m going to tear you apart until there’s nothing more.

Everything you ever wanted, exploding in the windy rage...

           till nothing remains.

            Choke the inflow,

             transition to a new tower,

               repeat as before.