Out just above the ocean
bands of pale fire
reawaken from their daytime jog
across the valleys of the sky.
It sounds strange,
but the sun doesn't sleep on our time
but on its own: it makes time
with every sleepy puff of infinite heat
and light--blessed sunrays--streaming
from its celestial, inanimate center;
an unimaginable power.
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06 January 2010
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