the salt from my eye burns 

as does the acid of my tongue. 



might a tempest relieve me of sound and sight. 

might i unearth the hatchet 

and put it to proper use 



my hand is poised, and in fury. 



only thunder gives me rest. 



dare me to breathe 

when i can't catch my breath. 

sway my temper's balance. 



only thunder gives me rest.