Nearing to the centre
of a sun that burns,
burning sun,
learning how to let
the light of warmth
come in, for to
stay awhile,
making us lighter still.
There’s no space
or a place to
retrace our love
if there’s an anger
swelling in our
most private dwelling.
So let some in
and learn to leave
the Other out,
for there’s no doubt
which taste its best
to be within.
Don’t drink of the
wrong draught, or inhale
from the stale air:
it only sinks, our human
voice to drown.
Get towards the sun
my friend,
a sun that burns
of a burning sun:
learning how to let
the light of warmth
come in, for to
make us friends
drunken with our own
holy ghosts
and a little
lighter still.
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