2 hours ago
I'm not quite sure about what is going on.
The poem gets harder to understand as it progresses, and the ending is completely cryptic. Is it just how someone's feeling while driving to work on a Monday morning? It's overdone.
So yeah, open heart surgery
With a terminal velocity,
a terminal escape,
I’m flying into the waiting Sun
into its open, shining maw.
We’re both spinning out of orbit,
dancing a fantastic, spastic tango,
two glittering monsters,
resolving now as one.
The poem gets harder to understand as it progresses, and the ending is completely cryptic. Is it just how someone's feeling while driving to work on a Monday morning? It's overdone.
So yeah, open heart surgery
With a terminal velocity,
a terminal escape,
I’m flying into the waiting Sun
into its open, shining maw.
We’re both spinning out of orbit,
dancing a fantastic, spastic tango,
two glittering monsters,
resolving now as one.