ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ⚶ The sanatory solace vouchsafed, ㅤㅤ on terrestrial warmth: MIDSUMMER. A train of elation beneath the sunbeams where rivers of warmth entwined, an idyll sphere, for the venturous pilgrimage to glory. Numerous trajectories go ever on— that one troupe of juveniles stride in bold and beguiling steps, feeling a sense of pride in each one by caves where the sun has shone, by eyes that fire and sword have seen. Trails of merriment they imprint on the ground, traces of benignity can also be found; shall they compare thee to the first one of summer solstice’s day? Midsummer thou as tender as the winds flow by? Stackars lilla Basse, 1912.ㅤ✢ㅤ“As though the sun had ever set?” ⎯⎯ For the wreaths and crowns, thorns and curls. Sacrifices, Majalos, Majdrottning— ättestupa, ättestupa. The iliad is a tapestry, the odyssey is a quilt. Creatures of ethereal faeries, chanting in a malicious harmoniphon light-o'-love to merrily join the festive. “Come away, O, human child! To the floral blooms and the wild with a faery, takes place on Sankt Hans aften—hand in hand.” The hierarchies of Archangel crawl on loose wire filaments— soon will awaken the graffiti-petaled beauty, unscrew the sun from brilliance, fungal spores of obsidian daydream unfurl in the lungs, the saccharine taste of summer-infused breeze on the complexion. ㅤ ㅤ