to sit down alone on the sofa
and begin my habitual staring
out the window for hours
because I love to watch the light
its blues and grays and whites
almost as fascinating as real people
but at a much slower rate perceptually
in ancient times the sun
was rightly worshipped by everyone
as the origin of all life our home
back in the day when
there was only one religion
to become a sun on one’s own
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