Yes. I admit it.
I’m one of those thunderin snowflakes
You’re always gabbin on about.
Sure, I’m only half a man
Compared to you.
I’m lightweight & I’m blown about
All over the gaff.
It’s as you say.
No kind of warrior am I atall.
I’’ll melt away in one degree of heat
Or be shattered by a drop of rain.
I am like the plankton in the ocean.
I am the very smallest fraction
Of the storm.
So very nearly nothing is my all.
Yet I am mysterious
And you cannot grasp me.
A wonderful once-off
Who wont be repeated.
I have no fear of windy gods.
Nor do I mourn the splitting oaks
As they go down.
I am a storm-shorn artwork.
I don’t mind this spinning fall.
It’s always been my element.
Soon, I’ll strike your earth
& brighten everything.
My kingdom come:the woken ground.Dave Lordan.
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