when I lift my arms to the sun
who is all the god we need
and still think we can thwart
today the wind reminds us
of his muscle and his singing
melodious but often off-key
how can such music be
of planets clanging and
the distant sleigh-bells
of hastening constellations
stars for snow for dust
and there is only one earth
to which we return for brief visits
but our true home is the sun
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