singular sun
seeing us in a slow orbital dance
i am the sun of course
radiating hard as is my being
and in the dark as she falls toward me
i see how to be purple, striped, cool, ringed
of a piece
with grace born of reflection
and past she goes, consumed again in black
and i’m left to just my flaring
to wait the eons for transformation
to count the months til she swings by
knowing if we merged now i’d only consume her
1 Comments:
wow thanks for the tip. how did you know my shower drain is malfunctioning?
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