I am the eye of the storm.
I am the unbroken levee.
I am the silence surrounded by chaos.
I am the silent lightening.
There’s no thunder to be heard after.
I can hear the cylinder of rage around me.
It makes my silence more stark.
And it is my silence, as you can clearly see.
I walk alone. I walk with the eye of gales.
It’s my own private wind & rain monastery.
At least until its walls finish falling around me.