solar_ellipsis raze the people sat on patio furniture and raised wooden platforms, waiting for darkness to dance with a false dawn's death rattle. no shades to shield them from the burning ball above their heads. those who had forgotten what was promised wondered if rain was on the way. the veil was lowered and lifted in the time it takes to fall in and out of love. when it was over, everyone returned to the cold confines of their homes, deaf and blind to the remains of the day. 240408 what's it to you? who go blather from