storm cloud

by Roberto Lavidez

how do you

determine

where the line is

between the real

and the unreal

there is a sense

of a continuum

disrupted

the breadth of 

the gap is 

disquieting

everything 

grew confused

like a 

billowing

storm cloud

giving a

passionate

impromptu

harangue

the rivers

cease to flow

the dead

rise from

their graves

filth on

the face of

the country

the very

underpinning

of civilization

imperiled

rapping out

a message

that seemed

to reflect the 

incoherence

of events

suggesting

the great

melodrama

of history

and mankind’s

folly in a

struggle

toward light

not the

beginning

of the end

but the end

of the

beginning

the risk

of error

cannot be

avoided

something

no human

could face

with anything

but terror

letting the

tide of 

reproach and 

recrimination

flow over

one’s head

the berserk

snarl of the

blown exhausts

exposing

the fallacies

of arguments

an ill omen

that nobody

should have

ignored

had sought

through

so many

unknown

byways

of inquiry

being forced

to turn

a blind eye

when the

laws were

bent

freed of the

uncertainties

and fears

which beset

other men

once the

myth is

punctured

we can

liberate

ourselves

from the

stultifying

dogma

and the

conditions

created by

mankind

demanding

freedom

to be left

alone

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