Soltice sun, unwillingly
Chaos time slowed
and eddies whirled and fractals played.
Nothing should make sense
not even sense and scents
but for Solstice doorway
and burdens writ apast.
So what steel’s to hand
and when, and why
ignoring distant clatter
when that’s possible.
This beast is canny
we knew before we hopped atop
and a ride he owes at least
so reach for reins and hope they’re there.
It was their whispers, not mine.
It was my calling, not theirs.
What’s left but to accept?
What found its way, as always,
Solstice sun, unwillingly
and eddies whirled and fractals played.
Nothing should make sense
not even sense and scents
but for Solstice doorway
and burdens writ apast.
So what steel’s to hand
and when, and why
ignoring distant clatter
when that’s possible.
This beast is canny
we knew before we hopped atop
and a ride he owes at least
so reach for reins and hope they’re there.
It was their whispers, not mine.
It was my calling, not theirs.
What’s left but to accept?
What found its way, as always,
Solstice sun, unwillingly
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