Storm art, sound thy lovely refrain in sighs
From the tense nerves of a form filled
With pressures found in calm violence
That tear and rampage, ravagers inside
A macroscopic world, storm of pain.
The struggle is real, multiple locations make
Too real the swirl of aches, vector points
Converging in synergistic trifecta turbulence
To drain all power from mind, thought,
The form struck down and dumb, silent.