Sun God
interrupting
the sun god
at play in his dojo
—do something about january
—move somewhere else
—what’re the martial arts for,
you bored, sun god?”
If you must know
I’m finessing
a spring recoil thrust
to trigger
an enhanced neural receptor
to filter natural phenomena
distill it into
sensual
fancy
to be embedded
in the dark of moon
transmitted to felines
Does that answer your question?