Storm Center - Tilt

You’ve captured my imagination

Charismatic reck

In the wake of your devastation

I’m your best work yet

Fascinating backdrop of romantic poverty

Obsessed with herbs and healing cures

Obsessed with healing me

But you the one that’s dying

A sudden downpour fading fast

Rapidly unwinding

To a bitter draft

Around your high poetic brow

Around your peasant neck

A veil of grandiosity

Competes with epithets

You’re better off relying

On meteorology

That to keep justifying

Why you impose on me

Your path of mass destruction

Will blow by me now

You dissipate your energy

You cannot knock me down