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Wind whips past the limbs of trees,
Air humming alive with resolution,
Leaves quiver whispering in the breeze,
Ominous signs linking the solution.
Three obsidian crows flee in flight
Seagulls wheel into sky dim grey.
Portending darkness looming over light
Or just another rainy miserable day?
The feeling is just the atmospheric force
An over-active imagination pulsing on fire
Rain will follow these signs, of course!
Don’t bother to scry or unravel the wire
This problem is not a Gordian knot
No Shaman or Alexander needed
To interpret a mysterious inky blot
But my mind moves unimpeded
Searching its recesses for reasons
Expecting something strange to occur
More than fluctuation seasons
Ideas flit past like a blur
And don’t become something concrete
Just phantasms of what might be
Yet I hear footsteps in the street
Tempting me with its plea.
To seek with fevered clarity a result
From nebulous events to presage
Try to make sense from the occult
Pray for guidance, look for a message
Though the dilemma is unsolved
Nothing but birds and wind outside
Life continues, the world revolved,
Feeling still lingers as you pray, it lied.