The Storm is Coming

There is a sound

coming from behind

the mountain,

do you hear it?

It is cold wind

blowing through

a dark night,

moving us toward

a new kind of winter.

It is the first dawn

bird announcing

wake up, it is

an unstoppable

train, a once

distant chug rising

as one million

voices ascend

like a sun

and also like

a fist.

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