The Coming Gale

Last night the rain
Came,
And the wind
To
Which almost blew
Me off my human feet.

Windblown
I took refuge at home,
From the gale.

Sheep continue to speak
Of progress.
But the wise turn pale
For they know
That the gale
May blow
Humanity off it’s feet.

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