Approaching

Several blocks away, the ocean speaks.
Do you remember me?
Are you ready to hear me again?
The wind agrees.
For too long you have listened to a man
and asked familiar faces to comfort you with truth.
Says the darkness,
clearly you are blinded by your windows
and have let their light consume you.
Make yourself our mirror now,
to reclaim your native chaos
and work transfiguration on the dormant land,
for we are the one true storm.

January 23 2017