I woke up this morning flushed with the fluttering heart of a prey animal The world is grey. darkening deeper still The sun is gone and I need a light. Anyone. Someone The internet told me that young sunflowers turn, tracing the arc of the sun, and when the clouds hide the light they face each other Then the internet told me this was fake news I don't know what is real through this distorting lens that looks darkly into the swirling tempest and I have no sunflowers of my own