Now I feel like publishing a poem. It's written by guess who. It's called, "The Sun in the Dark".
I'm a central Scandinavian poet. Another example of my poems is this one. But now make room for, "The Sun in the Dark":
The sun shines in the dark
beaming through space illuminating Earth
lighting my way as I go shopping:
- sunripe tomatoes
- solar baked grain
- 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 in the abyss
and reaching our clod of earth,
to be filtered by the atmosphere
sieved through the air
shining through a tree
and shining on me
as I go home from the store
with solar bread in my basket.
Book Review of "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait"