My Tornado

The eye of the tornado,

a place where I can stand

to observe what’s around me;

life’s shifting sand.

Life is my tornado

and it’s my choice to be

swept up in the maelstrom

or standing proud and free.

To stand in life’s eye

is not to stand apart

but rather to observe

from life’s very heart.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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