A feather in a hurricane
Whipping 'round your weather vane--
Rusted rooster squeeling
Trying to resist
Directional revealings.

Ravaged by this deadly storm
Pristine white dust stained and worn--
Wild, ruffled,
Near asunder
By natures whimsical hustle.

Blissfull, unaware.
Blank glossy teary stare.
Lost in space
With hallucigens.
Escaping? cold dark mace.

Whirling swirling tempest tossed
Round and round and round again
Dragged up and out,
Spit forth like phelgm
And hitting hard,
Into real life.