Loudly, the black skies rage the end of day,
thundering winds, held in cage, this dying May.
I hark! I hark! wet raindrops trip,
down scarlet stars, staccato drip,
dancing waltzes to drums , my deep delight,
I hark the cacti’s harsh weeping tonight.
Fervent atmosphere eddying black and blue,
Sweet perfume unsteady, mindless, askew
I say! I say! Turn out lights, and
breath in this electric invite
of cacophonic jargons, joys extreme
I say we are safe, tis Nature supreme.
Staccato form, D’verse FormForAll