Timely Tempest – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)

Savage winds hit like a ramming shoulder.Pelting rains sting like sand-blast on pink skin.Dipping ships drop from sight of their beholders.Soft sounds compile into a raucous din. Nothing stands still; everything is moving —Sound and Fury signifying Calm’s death.Minds conflate the confused and the confusing.Mouths gasp open but they can’t suck a breath. Angry godsContinue reading “Timely Tempest – B Gourley (the !n(tro)verted yogi)”