Hail(,) storm, lash me to the mast, the wind is blowing.
Hail storm, take my dress and leave me in the rain.
Hail storm, here's my wrist now lash me to the lightning.
Hail storm, bite me with your eyes if I complain.
Where blows all the wind that's coming in the window?
Why close the windowpane if it's already here?
God knows it's too late to batten down the shutters.
God knows it's already stronger than I feared.
We all must do what the storm tells us to.
released June 30, 2013
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