is a disc
of unbridled
fury
a surprise
turn
for
the worse
a mirror
reflecting
our vanity
perhaps
this only sun
is an outpost
for spectres
scattered
sarcasm
of a soft age
maybe the sun
will shrug us
off
an irritant
considering a
distant dream
maybe it does
not
consider us
at all
relentless
its frustration
embodied
by a gurning
ball
demanding
worship
consumes
our attention
hung like
a fat
emperor
greedy
&
bored