Rawr
The Sun; a guillotine.
With its giant convex blade of light
Slicing through my skull
Eyes first
At 186,282 miles per second.
My floaters explode
Like ejaculant;
Smashing and spattering
Outward
All over the white hole oversoul.
“Tag!” Says the Sun.
“You’re it!”
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