Coagulating luminescent streams, rippling heat ripped, trailed explosive tongues, sun unfurls radiant arcs. Sun consummates constant breaks into darkness, burns bruising. Self-exploding survival mechanism, nurseries of tumult flowers, departments of instant fire mountains vanishing, sun has nowhere to go but out. Sun cures us, can kill us. Watch sun outshine its brightest offshoots, sleeves going somewhere in. Sun, who all my life dost brighten; light, who dost my soul enlighten, rendering the means to make hymns. Sun, eclipsed each day, we rest from in Earth’s shade, egos intact, playful with our fragile inventions like jobs markets, world trips, December horoscopes.