un

you wake upon you
and the sun marks your days

an aura becomes
a child

as that brilliant orb streaks the sky

each trek takes its greed upon you
and finds its mark



the child was auroral
and stood out, shone
being
that could hold transfixed

to all known

resplendent among them
they behold but covet

that essence, golden

within



they ascend—you radiate

enervate,
dim



once you align
singularity—emits

thru them and burns to them

and does not return


but assumes the singularity

that orb continues its greed upon you
and now the days hasten
and the nights are sold

they cannot be bargained back



you cannot be a part without them

you cannot be apart without them

you must fuse to be one
you must refuse to be one

with each aligning, consigning—dispel



and now upon that orb's most fleeting
it finds no mark

to cast shadow upon the earth


Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  February 14, 2011
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