from the left

A sudden whirlwind overtakes me. The desire to blow everything down and rebuild. Prehaps it's been the electrical storms, rattling at my windows each night.

My impulses are dynamite. I'm up for running. Stretching legs to the horizon and galloping until these fidgets are diffused in wide open space.

Let me be propelled from one moment to the next. Suspend the hammer before it smashes. Shattering everyhing in site. I stare at the ceiling until the walls come down. I am clipped wings mimicing flight.