Tim caffery (02/09/1978 / San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, CA)
The Sun of God
Cracking the jagged mountainous horizon of this vibriant Valley the sun rises,
Clear or cloudy, the morning sky will shine with colours diverse as a person's mind,
Broken by the crystal atmosphere the spectre of light shatters,
The paths of planets, the coarse of comets the many orbiting moons
And this pleasant Valley are all my infinitely fertile womb,
To rise at dawn to this unsung song that performs for hearts to share,
Still many a pair of callous eyes bare for this glare a grudge, for its piercing glow deep in thier soul through their daily routine's drudge,
I too have sinned 'gainst this display, just because it happened oft', it became a faulty norm within like the threat of a pandemic cough,
So sits the orb of sustaining life upon it's axial throne, to which we bow by day, by year, through realitys' two thens and now,
Truly divine as every feeble god mask this function's form, only to fade from frugal minds under the only God's literal shine,
This grace the feaux for whats most important; justice; indifference; power,
And all have been tossed in these flames to only seere the thrower,
The weakest seeking the phrase to dress their shameful lies in the one true virtue of the one true God, literally sitting on high...
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