The immature sun sits high in the sky playing its game like some spoiled, bastard child. Sympathetic clouds try to cover it up but the damned sun only laughs in its omnipotence knowing the clouds must drift past in time.
King Aeolus deems it so.
The clouds do slowly drift, clutching to not let it be so but they fail as clouds tend to do. At least part of the time anyway.
Disheveled people strain to continue this thing we call life. Some are smart enough to stay inside as much as possible....
I'm forever aflame internal inferno emotional hot flash peeling layers eternal exhibitionist shedding skins but not for your benefit I crave your cooling gaze on my hot naked soul I need you to watch witness fatal flaws observe my obscene intensity behold the blazing core and don't look away
Motionless, and without form,without color,and yet so clear,always around me but yet before my eyes it refuses to appear, Like the mysteries of the night skies, I look up and stare wondering how we can feel,smell and yet cannot touch, or so do we dare, to know the true meaning of what it is like to be Air!!!
From a smokey and sultry latitude It plots our desiccated defeat With a fierce vermilion magnitude!
It's arid hate conspires with the sun To see that the night offers no relief From wildfire flames men can't outrun Be they youthful trooper or wizened chief, Sworn to save the blazing Bonanza map And all the sere topography depicted Flowing only with blood and raucous sap Too much now by Martian craze afflicted!
I worry how your red crescent settles Through the sooty skies of the west. Might not you be colder in most kettles Or on a board by iron pressed? Is it too cold or way too hot Upon the terminator's roving trace? Is Earth the only moderate spot In the vastidity of space? What is the price of your extremes? How many suitors have you lost Within your lonely sea of dreams When, with their orbits, you had crossed? It's the swing in your librations That has all the people peeping Like those at their midnight stations Who...