How, how can we fight
against figments of
the night, creations
of a disturbed lack
of imagination—
every direction a knife,
a noose, a fiery pit?
How can we live,
banging up against
thick-swarming lies,
when everywhere,
the buzzing, biting
flies struggle to believe
him more? Almost
imperceptibly, the door
is closing, and we—
we with our buckets and
green garden hoses, are
fighting a storming sun.
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Gorgeous image of a 7/14/17 solar flare and coronal mass ejection: NASA (more here)
