I play musical chairs with the sun
Following the shade around
Till we collapse on the grass
Chasing one another down
In the shadowed world
The sun is over there
Trying not to penetrate
Too deeply and my heart
Goes out to its infinite suffering
Greater than the world can know
From those burned at the stake
But whose body is it flourishes
In the sun's pure flames
And what could possibly be
His crimes
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