The calm before…someone else’s storm.
The path after…someone else’s storm.
Perchance, a place where none belong.
Either route…
Sometimes gentle.
Sometimes…strong.
Could be…
This is a hand…of extinction,
played wrong.
Ψ
No!
No, hysterical waif could produce this wake.
No!
No, bias to her game.
No, storm will produce…her name.
Soon, mortality will relinquish our fame.
Ψ
Too soon.
No massive emptying will suit all needs.
No more…
Later, for bluffing our dirty deeds.
