Summer is the time for
Burnt offerings made to a Sun
That cannot look at you
Without sucking you dry.
That smile, that burns
In its scorching benevolence:
Truly derisive
In it's universal bonhomie-
Its complete impartial indifference.
You are merely another.
And he likes you, well and good.
It is only your folly
If you dry yourself up in vain
Every Summer.
Existence Pending: The Universe Forgot to Attach the Manual
-
This piece goes headlong into the lovely messy richness of what life is—all
from philosophers, poets, scientists and professional overthinkers. Along
with ...
1 week ago