These storm clouds caterwaul around me in
Their august monsoon, like jaded debutants wailing
In their pretzeled boudoirs,
Leaving a hallway where the angels descent whispering:
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There is something of Dylan Thomas in your lines Bret. Good stuff. Shaun.