the eyes of the sun
in the morning I shall die
once again becoming
unpossessed
lost to the rays of the sun
like a white horse
unnoticed
and grazing
in an unfenced field
how many ensuing years
(or dare I say centuries)
shall come to pass
before completely understanding
why the sun herself
refuses to die
december two thousand eighteen
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wow!
thank you Margaret!