Storm Pupil – a poem

Among the living kaleidoscope of pain exists

Semblance of serenity, somehow, oasis

Such as the painfree mayst rarely guess at

To be present, calm amidst screaming nerves;

Centered in the storm’s whirling pupil, iris shot.

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