The Sun

Written by: Eric Shelman

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