They say that if you look too long
Into the eyes of the sun,
You yourself will be blinded.
It is said that the abyss stares back;
I wonder if the same is true of the sun,
And if the last thing one sees
Before the darkness overtakes the light
Is some cosmic truth, revealed,
Beauty caught bathing in the Garden,
Venus in Furs, her only garment
Coyly pooled at her feet,
A smile of better days to come
Painted by a greater man than Rembrandt
Stretched across her sculpted face.