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INTO THE SUN
What in the world does the phrase “into the sun” mean to you?
Well, my take on it is multi-dimensional, just like my brain. Oh yea, I forgot my brain is just scattered. At any rate, the following came into my head as sweat dripped into my eyes. Funny how little things lead to something more, enjoy.
INTO THE SUN
Sweat, abstract action, thoughts drip off of my brow,
Making sense of creation escape me now.
Cosmic, man-made, or simply illusion,
Burns question of ages, ‘into the sun’.
Man thinks on religion, pass, by way of,
Creator awaits; one gets there through love.
Scientists scoff, God is simply fiction,
Death comes to us all, nature’s attrition.
Sol’s glare enters this world, bringing life with heat,
Rotating Earth, survival measured in feet.
Pagan, carbon, star or not, uncertain,
Ra keeps us all warm under the sun.
For answers, there are none, not meant to be,
Immersed in warmness, glaring sphere we see.
Scholars all fracture goes long undone,
Children of Christ? Flaming rejection.
We race toward answer, burning in mind,
Attracted to something, each hope to find.
Searing inside soul, or galaxy won,
Till each pass forever, into the sun.
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