Rousing Deluge

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The Hour has come

The Madness descends

The slow, Inescapable

Rush

Rush

Rush

Of Tumbling Words and Imagery,

Lyrical Visions

Spilling like claret wine

To Intoxicate and Invigorate,

While I,

Poised to Capture

All my Essence may Choose to Express,

Wait

Wait

Wait

For the Ephemeral Inundation

To Drown me

In her Rousing Deluge.

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~Morgan~

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Beautiful photograph found on flickr.  Credit Gratefully Acknowledged to the Original Photographer.  Thank You!

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