The awakened universe: the Sun
The eye, the Earth an eyelid stretched over
To boast about the light. It's back again,
that glittering glaze, intricately bound
With colored intent, freckled throbs are felt.
Its elements are vast, yet not true till
The eye takes off its coat. Here I am
Again, on this mountain, the peak that
Balances on a single thread, yet strong.
When I fall, it's fast and hard, tumbling
Twirling. Though tombs roll over me, press
Me to the floor, I see rocks and feel pebbles.
I will get up again, with my broken
Limbs, and feel no pain. Hope, my token.
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