Ecclesiastes (napowrimo #22)

 
Heavy rain silenced  
birds this morning,  
muting their voices  
with a procession  
of muffled cymbals
upon metal rooftops,  
sodden steps, and  
the weighted spirits  
of an atmospheric  
funerary service.  
 
The raw puncture  
of vortex stripping  
emotion to the bone -  
the strongest mountain  
crumbled in submission,  
fire burnt out to ash,
the sacred wind and  
water somberly placid.  
 
Those yearning for  
the secret solace  
of knowledge have  
eternal access now.  
But, know the price  
of what you seek:  
sorrow cannot be  
quenched any more  
than Truth puncture  
corruption of greed.  
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