It comes, no escaping it. Sometimes clouds obscure it, and lord, don’t get caught in the Arctic circle in June. The damn thing never goes away. Yeah, it’s cold, but northern Alaska is no place for a vampire to spend the summer solstice. It’s fantastic in December and January, but I prefer Sydney in June and July, away from those insufferable rednecks in the States and on the continent when they celebrate their notion of independence. Freedom.
There’s a chewy word for you. We’ll save that grave for a different Tuesday. Anyway, the sun. It never ceases rising in the east, so I must always go west, in this absurd attempt to escape it that’s like trying to rid myself of my own thoughts.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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