Pervasive sun, thermonuclear friend
That orders and structures all human life
With an illusion of purposeful time,
Ritual patterns, birthdays, holidays
By rote, the impermanent occasions
Which otherwise shape a meaningless whole,
Symbolized into something logical,
Inevitable, taken for granted
Until the day we no longer see it.
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