The Sun, honorary heathen, cotillions
sunrise staircases' silken tinges,
oh-so-slowly mincing upwards.
Eons of dawn-tight bodices' tat laced
clouds, berber mewling planes,
stained, tinct with pastel change.
Gilded domain gained, fans
Snap! coquettish skied cuffs.
Days unfold gold.
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