Eye of Storm

Seething
 retreating down
 the very throat that was burning
 with the desire for destruction.
Voices
 all stilled
 with the modern board
 of single letter quills.
Breath back,
 blood cooled
 below the boiling roil.
Let loose
 the fact
 that nothing has changed,
 accept the present
 as the only future
 for every moment
 is just that.