paradigm shift

A storm is coming. I can see it savoring and slivering down the way. I sit, on cold floor, patiently waiting for its arrival.

I beg for the rain to take its time with me. Wash it away. The once useful, now un/useable.

I'm holding still for your hands. Come forth. Show yourself with grace.

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