and the sun

what is the truth.
The revelation 
the Illumination, 
How can it be found, where, when and why. 
Through the sky
in springtime 
flowers rise
to greet the sun.



Sits a girl 
on a hill
smiling
ablaze 
with sun fire
fire sun.



The illumination is the sun
even in the moon
is the sun. 



Sun is dead
and vividly 
alive.

Manifestoes of the sun,
it's here
has always 
been 
near,
the sun burns
an ode to fire
the sun kisses 
an ode to love
the sun rises 
an ode to tree
the sun sets
an ode to death.




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  1. Mr vitamin18 March 2019 at 11:00:00 CET

    I don't remember the last time I read something as good as this

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