~ impending storm ~

[juice]

i like to feed off of other energies, and was listening to bjork when i wrote this. it parallels:

all is not full of love
more like nervousness
and confuse.

the new landscape
that has been layed
before me

is now blanketed

by mists
by fog
all pea soup like

my beacon through the fields
flickers through the clouds
of the
impending storm.