Aurinko

Solstitium, zun, solare and infernus.  I'm a diatribe of reason, hanging around café Sol.  Don't take away my Sun today.  Mud, leaves, twigs, vines.  Amorous hues.  An Aurora of my aura.  Splashing through the watery grass.  It's green and clean on Earth.  Don't be a techno terre.  March over terra firma with naked steps.  Listen to her firmament.  It just doesn't happen without the swing of Jupiter and the Sun's magnetic personality.  Moving mountains, rushing snow.  The twining vines dig my roots, rock my chakras.  Into a state of delirium, the depths of solstitium.  Eggs, Sun, Sow.  Sewing the day away.  Creating a little fun under the air tight rainbows.  Where is our ice and snow?  Another week forgetting there was a lizard lounge for cosmic dreamers.  Eternal screamers.  A café to sip and sleep on dust clouds.  Alone.