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?