Summer Solstice Is Coming

given a double whammy they wanted to double down on double talk in the torrid gust the summer solstice its sundry insectile eyes seething with sultry scorn in this weather channeled source of telegenic storms seasonal shifts are lost in translation poisoned neural flowers the root of rotting neurosis the Earth becomes Venusian profoundly tragic hypersonic horses fly out of the digital barn they sail over the northern hemisphere firing blinding arrows into the dead brains The Tropic of Cancer and Capricorn relax in the tropics the Sun lords it over the equator precession calmly proceeds (23.44° is the Magic Number) all is well in the best of all possible flatlands