Poezja

Night was all black. 
I could not find my 
hands / half-dead─ 
 
velvety ribs. I want 
to rub the spikes and─ 
toe the line of hurricane. 
 
The naked eye, a-roving 
will search for the moon 
as the superstorm was─ 
 
poised for a landfall. 
To receive the wrath─ 
the ants will find the─ 
 
watermark and move to 
higher grounds. The sea 
throws up the secret of unknown.