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The night the wind
came to life
there were headlights shining
down the beach
interrupting the darkness
in our thin cocoon
The walls bowed
swollen from the outside
pushing against the edges
of our dreams
tossing the mattress
like a boat on an angry sea
tent ribs cracked and groaned
ceiling rose and fell with
deep ragged breaths
energy swirled,
let out of its box
with a vengeance
turning canvas flaps
into wild fledgling wings
while sand danced
in every corner
The night the wind came to life
it shifted the foundations
right from under us
left with our sleep
It came like a thief
stuffing its pockets with
angry thrusting fists
pounded at the walls
get out
get out
get out
until we unzipped our fragile
hold on the shore
and fled into the maelstrom
into the headlights
that bore tunnels
through the sand-filled air
