In the Present Tense
Only the storms matter,
the ones that violate my calm.
I suffer the absence of their
menacing embrace, venerable
tempests challenging my
arrogance—a dose of epiphany
to gauge the veracity of my
ever-shifting reality.
Early dawn dissolves my
repose, supplanted by pranic
reflections bathed in vermillion
theorems—contemplations amid
the deepest whispers of solace.
In this sway of solitude I find my
home. I'm better off dancing alone.
In the present tense.
