THIS IS A POEM ABOUT THE SUN 6.22.17

6.22.17

it was the sun that first surrendered

to the failing light,

the sun burning itself up

in the evening

and when i looked up

i saw a sky like granulated gold

the dust of crystal and blood and fire

and i wept.

ten thousand years of solitude

could not change the beauty

of our world,

only i would be alone

and the rest would be as

it always was, as it is, as it will

remain when i’m dust.

but you’re gone for an hour,

for an hour i am alone

and without you

and i lose all hope.

it was the sun that first surrendered

this evening. but there will be endless

other evenings, endless duels

between me and the cosmic history

of the universe,

in the wasteland of afterdark,

we shall see

who will crack

first.


Written at 12:09 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA. 

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