So it was all over before it began,
but out was never an option —
and the storm I saw ripening the sky
summoned hasty caution.
So it was all over, the dream undreamt,
and I woke a weary stranger —
unwelcome and bereft of claim,
my future soaked in danger.
So it was all over before it began,
and now I face my fate —
accompanied by madness,
in the hurricane I wait.