Somersaults of a wily noon
Tell you the toyest lie
Pieces of a twisted compass
Pointing south, skewed high
Tumble in the current
Where static sticks like magnet
In electric charge twines
Acrobat dream
Whirlwind deadlock
[August 14, 2014]
'Only the eyes of Immortality dare/ To look unblinded on that living Sun.'
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