Combustible.

I’d like to say a riddle to a twister

Just to see what it’d do.

Would it stop in its tracks

And swirl about

Confused and intertwined?

Or maybe rage 

And release itself

On the kindest one it finds.

Perhaps it would shrink

And collapse into

A pile looking for height.

I hope it’d chase

A live volcano 

Sending fireworks into the night.

 

I’d like to engulf the roaring tide

Just to see what it’d do.

Would it calm its ways

For a second or three

To hush me into a trance?

Or maybe laugh

And cover up

Its inadequate expanse.

Perhaps it would cling

And inundate me

With a flow that suffocates.

I hope it’d lift

A weightless soul

Discontinuing the harmful fates. 

 

 

 

 

 

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