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Each cloud wants to be a storm

My tap water wants to be a river

Each match wants to be an explosive

Each reflection wants to be real

Each joker wants to be a comedian

Each breeze wants to be a hurricane

Each drizzled rain wants to be torrential

Each laugh from the throat wants to burst from the belly

Each yawn wants to hug the sky

Each kiss wants to penetrate

Each handshake wants to be a warm embrace.

Don’t you see how close we are to crashes and confusion,

Tempests and terror, mayhem and madness,

and all things out of control?

Each melting ice cube wants to be a glacier

Each goodbye wants to be the smooth stroke of a forehead

Each cry wants to be a scream

Each carefully pressed suit wants to be creased

Each midnight frost wants to be a snow drift

Each mother wants to be a friend

Each night-time wants to strangle the day

Each wave wants to be tidal

Each subtext wants to be a title

Each winter wants to be the big freeze

Each summer wants to be a drought

Each polite disagreement wants to be a vicious denial

Each diplomatic smile wants to be a one-fingered tribute

to tact.

Don’t you see how close we are to crashes and confusion,

Tempests and terror, mayhem and madness,

and all things out of control?

Keep telling yourself.

You’ve got it covered.