Sun's Suicide

Rooster’s crow and click my eyes—Open orbs

In an orbit of solitude—Pull, Pull, Pull—Press

Over a rock the wet plop splash echoes with spilling innards.

From puddle let me rise in reverse candle wax form

then set that gel aflame, then I can come, come, come;

Spread across your bones, lathered

Nestled inside the ribcage like a sparrow with wax wings

Watch the sun drown again.

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Thanks for lookin out