Thunder in the Veins
A Poem
do you hear it —
this race of starting,
lights flooding in space,
a perfect symphony,
taken too fast too soon?
never did you think
I could be a force,
but listen for the rumble
under my skin,
those maps in the flesh
do you hear it —
this race of starting,
lights flooding in space,
a perfect symphony,
taken too fast too soon?
never did you think
I could be a force,
but listen for the rumble
under my skin,
those maps in the flesh
just another writer with too many cats