~oOo~A Missing Feeling~oOo~

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Today's the beginning, the summer solstice:
the time that leaches the veins and crisps the nerve--
the elements take their torrid place.

A lawnmower rankles ears like a manmade Cyclops,
a staccato that rebounds through the commencing suburb.
Today's the beginning, the summer solstice.

Aeolus rattles the infant cactus
and haunts the cracks of the crooked curve
as the elements take their torrid place.

Insects cloud the mind and fill the space
between mind and body to buzzingly perturb.
Today's the beginning, the summer solstice.

Sweat drips down, a limpid sacrifice
to Zeus's lecher-eye that roasts the placid skin in turn:
the elements take their torrid place.

For this malady there exists no poultice
but suffer with grace, and implore the gods we serve--
Today's the beginning, the summer solstice;
the elements take their torrid place.