RAGING CALM

When the flowing flower folds file
across a smug and unkempt mile,
a gelded labyrinth of chaotic calm
falls into the twisted, moonlit palm.

From there, raining fire stays awhile,
delivering the monumental, aged tile
from its home atop a swindler's balm,
where foretold a tale of gotten psalm.

Willows weep as words kindle a rile
of a scorching, storming, snapped-in-two smile:
the riddle of a wooden ocean's raging qualm
that made only one frozen, shattered alm.