Folding

folding unto races. 

I cannot whisper now

breathless stampede  

I am under water

peripheral gates at any angle 

set sail to billowed sheets

folding unto races

five brothers pull the seal 

loaded deception 
folding brothers unto brothers

above soot taps black umbrella faces

below steal cut oats cut bellies for the needy

plunging swollen hunger games  

another typhoon is set to hit the Philippines.

no one runs

the island is praying; people surf the faith