“…man is insular and cannot be touched. Every man is an infinitely repellent orb, and holds his individuality on that condition.” ~~ Emerson
Summer fumbles brown within me. Unignited bloods merely flow as Summer batters the repellent orb of me, Slow-floods the basement of my being bright. Fulminate furors of sun and power now To extremities stretch: fingertips itch, Tempted to catch, to cage the charring star Flaming blameless in his mercurial circuit. His shine is in me divinely, or so it seems, My bloods tumbling from brown to sheen As summer decants its blazed extremes. I am made mighty, a Dionysus supreme Lapped in sultry skins of beaten bronze, Unrepentant for my daylit minute As gorgeous summer cartwheels blue above And my lucid orbs, engaged, engorge.