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Dark Side of the Sun

On the dark side of the sun So hard to see beyond yourself Too bright to see the back yard Of the stars behind the curtain Behind the mind of time Are oceans really on the sun? The forest for the trees exposed Hides other life forms dressing up In purple skins of nitroglycerin Globes covered in raw happy light Explode their particles to the stars Rays of rain, subsisting on a solar song Small objects rounding out the day Drops of water turn to cosmic mist Pulsing lights surf on raw waters energy The proof is in believing everything is wet Not water in the purest sense adrift Cast more water on troubled water? Oceans away the concept seems absurd Seen through telescopic lenses end If you must cast aspersions then See mysteries around the corner ---------------Bend-------------------- Shadows know their way around Crueler things found in the dark A dispersion of light bursts forth Reflectively genuflecting to sight The other side of midnight dawns Certainly without a drop of water The dark side of the sun moves on

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Date: 6/30/2018 4:08:00 PM
That is good! Such descriptions, oh wow, such a unique perspective on the sun.
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Earl Schumacker
Date: 6/30/2018 6:24:00 PM
Hi Casarah, It is so nice to hear from you. Sorry I have been out of touch with you and the community for so long. I'm so glad you enjoyed my creation here. When I make things I try to place myself out there to get the feeling. Needless to say, this was a hot spot at quite a distance but I remembered to bring some drops of water but sadly they transformed into a vapor, a mist, then evaporated. It is ok though because I can always step inside my refrigerator at home to get some ice. (Not really. It is a side by side not a step inside.) Have a great night. Earl

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