My heart is the eye <br />Of the hurricane: <br />A calm central wall <br />Divided from the stroms <br />Of my body. <br />The suspriration of violent <br />Heaving, passion. <br />Flows out in funnels, <br />Breaking what it meets, <br />Good or bad, <br />Sandy beach or saddened brows, <br />Undeclared lovers of the sudden <br />Sun, under which I hide, <br />And the unleashed currents <br />Beckoned by the tide <br />And the continuity of time itself.<br /><br />Stan Petrovich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hurricane-heart/
