Now it's poetry time.
The sun shines in the dark, beaming
through space, illuminating Earth,
lighting my way as I go shopping:
- sun-ripe tomatoes
- solar grain bread
- mellow yellow bananas
- Solisan vitamin drink
Sol invictus! Triumphant Sun!
The sun burns in the dead of space
boils in 5,000, maybe FIVE MILLION
degrees, radiating its heat into the abyss
and reaching our clod of earth, filtering
through the atmosphere, sieving through the air,
shining through a tree and falling on
me as I go home from the store with
solar bread in my basket.
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