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Sun

I gather the Sun in my body

my arms outstretched Above

I am an Open Mountain

blown clean off to be One with

It and Receive the Life

and the Cancer

like Priestess or Lion

all Earth’s tears droughting

to let us wither together

to be Dust again

in the Holy Beams that give

Pulse to the System

we possessed by White and Gold

Light in the Empty

O how the Truth does Blind us

with Vitamins

since Saplings we Stretch

Speak of the Glory and the Shame

Unbound and Widened

Omit Nothing