Ritual of the Storm Eruptions, flashes of thrumming,
my soul is the storm’s mouth!

I bind the noise of thunder
with hitched waves and ruptures,
i roar like animal veins of sky,
tongues flailing against blind light!

A chant overhead,
the raindrops streak along
as crimson moths strangle daylight!

Let them rain upon me,
life’s tempest shall possess me
with its fierce will!

I shall carry winds
a thousand miles
of furious chaos,
a fierce memory!

• Marinetti Filippo Tommaso