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Heliophage: Three Solar Hymns

poetry — 2024

I have eaten the sun and the sun has eaten me. We are the same mouth. In the morning I am gold. By evening, cinder. This is the covenant— to burn and be burned. --- II. The star said: I do not choose whom I illuminate. But I choose what I consume. --- III. After the sun, what light? After the light, what hunger? After the hunger — another sun.