In the dusky semi-circled aura of the Sun's adept reflection,
I watch. . . .
As each particle flows unknowingly in its cloud of heated dust,
As each photon ricochets into the corner pocket of my eye,
As every second vortexes into my Darko-ian center of edifying time
As each breath and every moment transforms into my hearty metabolites.
At times, we neglect the Suns beyond our Sun.
As we actively avoid the beading heat
that slowly hovers by,
gazing as the fire goes out
and darkens our night sky.
Then, there we are justa
wading in the shadows and the lies
as the Suns of other lonely worlds
sparkle in our eyes.
