Devastation at night…never enough to rouse me from my sleep.
Oddly enough, the embattled winds usher away the voices that I keep.
Chanted choices abated by bouts of rain on broken cobblestone.
Reflections in clown-house mirrors…shuttered by a wild life in the storm outside.
Outside of my pride.
In the nighttime bluster of moats…
I am as calm as cotton on a dry float.