Golden Nirvana

The evening gradually eases 

into the night,

Above my tent, howling storm

And dancing rains crept like a resin

My mood wanders as the rain growls 

And meanders in rising tentacles and dragnets .

And the poet's feet and one seamless elope

Evade indoor as the momentum ferociously grows,

Wherefore the howling storm and the roof leveling winds

Grimace my doorsteps 

Muses on the ferocity compelled me to retreat 

The sea wind screams upon the rooftop

In the elms above the flooded streets

Ricocheted beyond the vicinages like a fetish charm

Oft to spangle murderous reveries,

Tis a stranger's eye distraught at the brutal innocence of the righteous rains

Beneath every Windy's quarter howl and 

Every bellows burst shalom to the golden Nirvana.