The sun is love and love is what?
Warmth? Fire? Red?
No, its undefinable,
If understood, it is nothing,
If controlled, it is imagining,
It is the shoes you stand on,
It is good and bad, dark and light,
When immersed in its beams,
The impossible is achieved,
New heights are realized and conquered,
Love thyself,
Can there be anything else that will truly last?
Or are we cursed with brief anguished unknown crystalline glaciers,
That melt as we gather knowledge and age,
The unknown is beautiful,
Mystery is addictively seductive,
But what happens next?
After the after…
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