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pov: you are about to get mischief'd

feat. @codaynamics and @verseno

“for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control.”

Not to find your centre. Not to keep your temper. Not for peace or for nourishment. Even though the storm rages Do not breathe To find your place in its eye’s lie-whipped stillness.

Remember to breathe.

You are already at the core of you Your temper is not a dog on a leash You will not find peace in stillness Not this time You are not a person in a tempest Breathe in and hear your storm-filled lungs Roar.

Remember to breathe.

Exhale loud through your mouth And watch the buildings As the gale pulls them like weed-roots. Once things have finished falling Rebuild them in a style That can better withstand you And you can better withstand.

Remember to breathe.

Without air in your lungs, you would be silent. This storm is not for ignoring Nor resisting. It is a thing you breathe in Feed scraps of screaming air Shelter in the gaps between your meet And release in bellow-melodied song.