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Sep 2014
I never liked the sun
how it suggests one can be both
bright and above things;
how time is measured
through a predictable presence;
how humanity projects unto
a divinity that eludes
itself.

When will
the three eyes
see the light
within?

I never liked sunburns,
how submission leaves a red sting.
Shamas Hereth
Written by
Shamas Hereth  Waipahu
(Waipahu)   
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   Olivia McCann
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