where the wind blows (1)

always trouble
  coming, swirling
what we do not see
  still matters
winds are blowing,
  stirring, whirling
soon a gale that
  knocks and batters
always, endless
  our misfortune
what it means, there is
  no knowing
air for which
  there’s no absorption
troubled winds are always
  blowing

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