The Sun

Mourning-raises and evening-out Set Exploding and uniting vapors are my everlasting fodder Orientating the sphere of existence around me Golden locks beard my youthful face Stolen I am, but gained, lost, and redistributed throughout the cycle A vital ingredient for games of production, reproduction, and sustenance am I A creator for, a destroyer of and a sustainer-of-all, am I My kisses are randomly discharged into the vastness Infinite amounts of livelihood is what offers I