Sun in Your Eyes
Sol’s great furnace boils
brims, sloshes, in jubilance
of infinitesimal beings born
of great violence
then, as ballooning spiders
capture solar winds in
their blistering flight
through vacuum and firmament alike
to illuminate shadows
to grace our skin
to show our eye the
beauty of this domain
picture and poem © 2015 by DC Lessoway
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