I stare at the sun with my eyes wide closed
Moving my hands
Flayed out and fan-like
Back and forth
Across my lid-eclipsed field of vision
Till kaleidoscopic radiance dazzles
Like stardust my occulted optical operators
A rare array in yellow-red rays
Strobe through to orange
After some ten million years and eight minutes
Of travel through the medium of space matter
I feel the subtle magnitude of
The distant closeness thereof
The presence of that warm and smooth light-love
One hand in front of another:
A square pattern dappled
Sparkling phantasmagoria
Gloria in excelsis Sol!
About the Creator
Conjury
Poetry, reveries, and streams of consciousness. Musings, revelries, and free dreams of consonance. Metaphysics, philosophy, and magick cognizance. Writing things that make me high and do a dance.
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