13 July 2014

Mother Sun

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I switch off the word machine

and turn my face toward the sun

the bone silence prevails

saturating the senses

with harmless static

that feels good

the warmth of the sun

fusing my lids to eyeballs

searing red my retina

revealing a blood conduit

to the heart of the mother sun

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