SUN-extra credit

Sun is frozen solid in the sky, hung on its hook. the eye that gives growth, feeds, radiates, still. watching statically the tiny races being run below. eye in the keyhole. above but also within.

drying heat pulling cells of skin, pinching membranes tighter, drinking all their water. taking giving sucking spitting shedding light on lies and truths blinding eyes ashamed of their failing

impassive ozonic god beholding armies collapsing on themselves glittering of mountains rising and falling church spires stabbing blood flowing from heaven's mouth. all life reaching

still, it hangs spinning impaled in the sky, wilting toward the horizon. sweet-sour smell of fields in bloom, grasshoppers ratcheting in arcs. particles hover in the gelatin air illuminated, dancers in mid-leap. your head humms in sympathy with the cicadas and with the ceasless frantic sun racing to escape from its own impossible center.