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The sea was once a gem of many facets. A bed of diamonds so deep, the light of the steady fired sun embedded himself in the ocean’s heart, radiating out greens white frothed and water colored blues. The sun lit the seas, warmed the winds, set our time. The sun was credited with all sources of creation; but when something shines this bright my son, never forget to look inside. See that ball of fire—in need of help to be truly productive. All things need a counterpart. The sun shines bright throughout the stretch of day, setting his children to rest—and that is when I come, grace and skulk, across the starred black veil casting long soft outlines of pale haloed light across the landscape of darkness upon dark matter. I hear shepherds mock my flux in shape, my darker heart in darkness; as I kiss your temples and they fail to realize my appearance is merely the byproduct of them—standing between myself and my counter.
I do not wane and fold.
I am always full, soft and perfectly round; equally lifeless as that ball of flame they blindly sing praise. At Last Night I look into the smooth, stilled, single facet of a frozen pane of sea and all I see is the fired deflection of that raging star upon my soft, temperate, round chalken ash. I pull my small gravity from the land that I love, hearing it spin a little quicker in celebration of my departure. I hear the tall towering peaks of the ocean reaching for my pull—and so, let them part. Some coming into me as I let all the rest of it go.
The Earth lusted for the sun, and won…
