| Sumario: | Come vast wind, numinous rains sacred to those who write their names in dust, who listen for thunder, who seek portents of storms in uneasy sleep. I would break for you, I'd yield like a barley field, hands deep in the moistening ground, spin crazy into your darkness; I'd rend cloth, stand bodily within you tossing rain from blinded eyes, forgetting house and fields and friends - fingers, palms and breath releasing, untying, dissolving in rain, flying apart in the storm. So come, vast wind, numinous rains - sacred, inviolable, longed for: thrice blessed, by those who listen for thunder, who seek portents of storms in uneasy sleep, come.
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