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Sometimes the sun comes through red
piercing through the cracks and holes
It's brightness seems as poetry
phrasing our wretched cruelty
red as in fury
warm in it's enduring.
Slowly diminishing below as our sanity through a hole
Silence is music during these evenings
there is no whisper of breath
rays are the sound
and it is the sun that consumes me
the one that sings to me
When it is yellow it burns me
but when it becomes red
it punctures through me
mixes with my blood and it drains fully
thickening in me thoroughly
The sun can be vile
or it is me that becomes entire
When others are possessed by the moon and the stars
the sun came to me and took me above
During the day it tries to take me away
I am blind as if entwined
this power comes through the cracks
and it seems my sanity is on a ledge
but the sun keeps me and it seems to save me
still, this insanity can easily enslave me.
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