As it gusted against the frame
It ripped through the moment
Rushing toward the notion
Completely twisted within itself
Formless and unseen
It builds a pressure uncontrolled
Reaching, filling, shifting
All while empty
Howling in its hollow
It elevates its direction
Racing towards the sun
Aiming for the heavens
Silent pleading
Searching for what was lost
In its haste
"Give me purpose!"
The wind screamed
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