I am outside under the eternal sky. The sun gazes at me, a watchful eye in the face of space. Under the blue expanse, on this grand yet small planet the zephyr surrounds me. Moving with it's own intent, a great yet gentle slipstream that represents freedom. Suddenly, a bit of the hurricane force merges with me. It stirs my soul, moves me to write. It shakes something inside, like a spectator teasing an animal at the zoo. I become riled, excited, EMPOWERED! I want to keep the force within me but I cannot. It is a wild mustang, a horse that cannot and will not be tamed. A master-servant relationship, if only I knew which one I was. All I can hope to do is hold on for as long as I can. It changes the person within, makes me more beast than man. I am transfigured. It starts slow, a slight pricking within my heart. It spreads throughout my body til it reaches my head. I can feel it, burning, unstoppable. Suddenly the sensation explodes! The inspiration tries to leave like gushing water from a geyser. But it isn't what it was before. No longer a cool breeze, it is a raging river. The transformation irritates me, if only my words could capture this feeling. I am like a broken camera. The colors are all wrong, the picture is not a true reflection of my self. The result is like looking at at mirror across a mirror. The flow at my core is a raging tiger. It strives furiously to escape, to rampage across the world. In my personal state I am not the master; neither Sigfried or Roy. No Tarzan am I, no. I am Clayton, the slayer of nature. I am the king's cage, a restraint to my aggression, passion, and drive.
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