#2 the sum of few things

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