Deep, Deep, Deep

I hear the rumble—
Or maybe i feel it—
Deep, deep, deep
In my chest,
Rolling
Through heart beats and breaths
And over horizons.

Electricity traces goose pimples,
And the flashes
Create a world in negatives.

Skeletons claw
Toward an angry red sky,
Swaying, swaying, swaying
To the ancient call
Of the winds
As they push
And they pull
And they roll
The roiling mass of frenzy
From unseen past to unforeseen future    
Across an unseeable now.

But I feel it all—
Yesterday, today, tomorrow—
Deep, deep, deep
in my chest.
Rolling through heart beats and breaths
And over horizons.

                        June, 2018

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