look at the laughing heart of time

for i have served many storms

before this one and i have survived

even a dire whirlwind of butterflies

but i fear the pull and the crush

that will see me and my sisters and

brothers smiting each other for a

raindrop

these drier wings that helped us

please the roof of the sky have left

us naked to the sun and now

we do not know how to hide

ourselves

(From Fervor Modernus)