Born in the middle
....of a tornadoNow, thirty eight
....years later, he loveswatching thunder
....storms wreak ruinfrom the safety of his
....second story balconyApartment complexes
....all look the sameand this is no
....exception,the unremarkable
....Cherokee ArmsBut it holds him
....and all of his trappingsPerfectly, and he has
....a place to watchthe rain blow by, where no
....one gives him anyTrouble, where he feels
....like the Eye of it alllike the stillness inside
.....the crusade
And the Winter
....by far gives the best
days, he gets the weather
....to himself, and
when the Snow sneaks
....down he feels like
the keeper of some
....Great Secret
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