Summer is Come
The summer has started to bloom
hot and muggy and airless
making me feverish and distracted
like flying when your body is still.
I stumble through the streets
hearing the call of the atmosphere
watching the sudden transformation
of huddled masses
into carefree flesh-baring worshippers.
It won't last long
(it never does)
but while fever hangs in the air
and breath comes fast and shallow
we shall all worship the sky
and bare our necks to the sun
our oppressor and beautiful demon
till it saps our strength away.
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