It is hot
hip
for the Sun to scorch my eyeballs?
sour cream for wild chives.
Getting on with the business
putting it out there
fuelling the engine and
filling with grief,
winter comes and at the most unexpected of times,
but it's how and how it is hot and finding a spot to reflect.
I always reflect
is that hip?
Sight now unseen
though blinded
I have seen
and have been
blind.
I wonder aloud
some time and sometimes
I chill
in the heat of
the Sun.
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 6:08 AM UTC
It is hot
hip
for the Sun to scorch my eyeballs?
sour cream for wild chives.
Getting on with the business
putting it out there
fuelling the engine and
filling with grief,
winter comes and at the most unexpected of times,
but it's how and how it is hot and finding a spot to reflect.
I always reflect
is that hip?
Sight now unseen
though blinded
I have seen
and have been
blind.
I wonder aloud
some time and sometimes
I chill
in the heat of
the Sun.
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