How could you lead the setting in memory of the heat that was storm Katrina

held in visions of ecstasy, didn't you set it alight,reigning in the sky. Visuals of brothels alive in water, i could not resist the cleansing,visual spectacular,running to stop the show,living in the pantomime of digress,it was you i saw carrying a lamb on your arms to safety with tears becoming homed in your face of egregious malevolence. I love you fiercely, yet in a second of sun i saw a moment of none. i was in a state of nothingness. Yet i was floating, and that's disaster.