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