Summer Solstice Is Coming

given a double whammy they wanted to double down on double talk in the torrid gust this weather channeled source of telegenic storms the summer solstice and its sundry insectile eyes seething with sultry scorn seasonal shifts are lost in translation poisoned neural flowers the root of rotting neurosis as we become Venusian nuclear horses fly out of the digital barn inspired by profoundly tragic purpose they sail over the northern hemisphere firing bolts of blinding light on the brain-dead surface 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