Canticle of The Sun

The Luminous Iridescence

of your beauteous, beamish countenance

illuminates —

intenerates —

the stark, sombre hinterlands

of the heart-mind —

the vestigial

variegated

rays

of dawn’s first kiss

unveiling the doleful darkness

of night's spectral gloaming —

reflecting —

refracting

gaily

—

in

the

May

morning

dew

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