The leaf moves
   just the amount of breeze
The body swoons
   just the greatest turmoil 
Building after building
from one to the next
house by house
When it tears
there can be a clarity
  it is enough
Arrow fit exactly
   into the wound it makes
And when the heart
  knows truth
the precision
  is a tornado - 
      with just the amount of breeze
 
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