Suddenly, in the midst of the torrents
I heard nothing
and ceasefire commenced.
But I long for your rubber bullets,
pounding on the shields of the weak,
the ordinary folk who couldn't
beat their own heads without passing out.
They could never withstand
black holes of repulsive dreams
or 14 years of deserted rain.
They can't imagine welcoming
a standing ovation of pain.
I need you, riotous storm.
You, singing alongside tornadoes,
flying through caverns of canyons
You, endemic magic,
dusting everything with infection.
You, like a bored lover,
you leave without notice,
Now, with emptiness,
No violent night, no delirious refrain.
Now, facing inescapable, leaden time
while I wait for you again.