would like to thank their sponsors
of yesterday whose bodies of dreams
are still warm though disintegrated
into stone on which the sun shines
at the center of the temple of each soul
where the people who bring you today
pause and dance around for a moment
as if about to faint or fall away
but then with calm confidence
the sun takes off its afternoon
folding and draping it over a chair
and crawls into bed with you
where afterwards supper is served
the usual morsels of light
by our old butler night
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