We were startled into gazing at the sun— forgetting ourselves, we were startled by its sudden procession from the air thick with rain like putrid light— startled so that we stared hungrily at luminescence cast between brow and lips of cloud. It was this one final moment of clarity, this last, most terrible death throe. It touched us briefly, skin to skin. It touched us; we two shattered humans here belying grief in wonderment, fear or love in our naked yearning for all sky. Suspended in a milky absolution, it vanished, a mirror resolved on itself, a sudden imprint of inverted light on our aching eyes.