Wind's breath,
a moth flutters;
deep beneath
the earth shudders.
River's flow,
chaotic swirls;
out at sea
a tempest broils.
Far away
the Arch is shorn.
white clay falls.
a god is born.
[another rough idea, from late in a long run. some day I'll polish these up before posting and spare you all the sharp edges.]
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