how I envied the storm that overcame him.
took him and swept him up and away into a fit of full words.
unconscious, fitful,, raging in artistry, and ignorant to the world around him
only the world in his head.
And all I felt I could do was to run my fist in a circular motion
clear some of the fog and dust off the clear window
and peer in, eyes wide and wild.
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