In the belly of the burns
where, without subtlety, there are sick
thorns of fire, spewing and mawing and pawing
at pools and sunspots
Where thorns at click distance. Mouse hovering
flickering back. Recoil recording last minute
indecision. and here, in the belly, there clutch
tongue teams springing and spouting up tower walls
and burnrings spreading through london and chicago
and if spewed under sun, if thorned from click, if
recoiled in spews, clutch belly and paw
2 comments:
Cooooool...I don't know if this is actually about the sun or if its a metaphor for something else, but the imagery is really awesome...I just finished an astronomy college class and this reminded me of all the granules and spicules and awesomeness that is in our sun. :)
You are a beautiful writer.
Thanks for your support Bahnree. It's always nice to hear that someone appreciates your work.
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