The Sun
Unlike the Moon, clear and upfront,
a face apparent, the Sun can be
a deceiver –
will only let itself be seen through
shades; at the edge of clouds – a malevolent
force driving the storm while stealthily
hidden –
Should we lose our vigil
and sleep beneath its enticing
warmth...upon awakening, we
would know the cunning of such
treachery – though much that glitters
may be seen as golden, many
reflective qualities are of two
edges, two metals – one for defending
freedom...while the other, for savagely
filleting....
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