Looking at the Sun

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.


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A poet driven by the quill, a dreamer of impossible dreams, a lover of that which the world has deemed unlovable. We're all stories in the end. This is mine.

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