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Jewel Yuzon Dec 2017
we are a mass of sun-fearing people
bowing as she bows,
rising as she rises, dancing as she
makes her way across the sky.
our earth turns to bask in more of her
and speaks in hushed voices as she sleeps.
let there be light: and there she was,
just like that, the source
of all that glimmers,
the source of all that burns.

— The End —