the sun shudders, prometheus groans

solar flare plucking

base loop magnetic vibration

a song driving worlds unseen

do they dance?

it's like that here 'cause no one atones

some ugly duckling

stuck in a sticky situation

longing, needing to come clean

deep in a trance

as lost as we are still in our own homes

bullets we're ducking

as if shot from our own gun

and stripped naked we're seen

a sidelong glance

old gods under gilded concrete domes

accounting for nothing

but someone's dull vacation

rigid, artificial and mean

do they dance?

bhagiti 4.21.07 perrysburg, oh