SUNSET SUPPOSITIONS

She saw sunsets - sparkling skies singing sweet symphonies, serenading souls. She sighed. Such simplicity, such serendipity spoken so silently, so strongly.

Songs swam softly. Sibylline stars stretched seaward, stealing sadness, stealing sorrow, stealing suffering. She stared serenely. She saw serenity. She saw subtle symmetries sliding, swinging surreptitiously. She saw secrets swiftly slipping stealthily, separating spiteful storms.

Sometimes, she saw several scenarios simultaneously, saw sympathy sprouting stoically. Surely society shall succeed, shall surpass superfluous solidarity. Steadfast surveillance should soothe suspicions - so she solicits.

Solemnly, she stood straight, saluted Socrates' sagacity, saluted sentient sacredness. Somehow, society shall succeed - so she speculates.

Should she surmise something so shaky? Should she sanction systemic submission, subsidise servility shamelessly? Should she surrender satisfaction so swiftly? Seek sycophants? Slyly side swipe sobriety?

Shhh. Such stupid, sneaky suppositions. Stop. Stop subjugating suppression, she says. Stop shrouding snakes, stitching shadows, sheltering sin so stubbornly. Shirk savagery! Seek sangfroid! sensitive, subaqueous striations. Scintillating shimmers shall suffice.

Stalk Sigmund, she says. Study splendid sweet sparks, succulent sweethearts. Stargaze, sublimate saints. Sing songs, strum strings, show solicitude. Shine significantly. Secure sanguine smiles.

So, subsequently, society shall succeed. Surely, someday.

So she'll still see sunsets, still see sparkling skies singing sweet symphonies, serenading souls simplistically, silently, strongly.

©CJ