Summer’s
bliss is interesting –
it fosters
amplitudes of heat and light
which so
regale, excite, consume us,
so exhume a
nature in us which
does not
believe that it can die,
and so
endangers every sense,
that we are
lost to caring if we burn,
go blind, adopt
complete disinhibition
in the body and
the mind. We turn
our faces up to
sun – are one with it:
having begun with
it a dissolution into all
its glare and
glory. That’s the bare part
of the bliss, and summer’s story..
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