One knows the Sun for its continuously circulating
eyelashes, for its insectile gaze, its ocean
of bearded reefs sunken below a forest
spun from hairs of light streaming through a face
that drinks from the bloodstream of infernal gestation
in the gardens of endless possibility slowly
brewing the turmoil of worlds;
for a sleeping nutcase with cracks
barely concealing a brain about to hatch
a superheated paradise where dragon wings
conquer the skies above a sea of multifaceted eyes
always watching seldom spied from
way out here on Earth where
we have always tried to hide
every single day of our lives
out in the open under the sky
the Sun remains the only one
that knows everything we've done.

1 comment:

shaun said...

Second publication on blogger (originally published on fb).