S. P. Flannery

Earth Pulled Wrong

Eclipse. We dance
in the absence.
Feet create new steps.
Arm flail religious
because bees are
blind. Information
stagnates the air.
Data streams dam
continuous motion.
We writhe ringed
by the corona. An
infant's picture is
captured, fire
encircles the body.
Those pleasant few
who gaze with open
intensity are rewarded
with inner sight. Fights
explode anxiety. The
moon freezes, lingers
longer than one expects.
Bats emerge early to
feed. Sonar hears
a brand new world.
These chiropterans fly
into the unshrouded sun
never felt before.

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