Monologue to the Sun

Great star,
you are ill-defined
by man’s poor vision.
We see you from the vantage point
of need. We crave your light and warmth,
your gentle touch, but if you come too close
we shrink back in mortal fear.  Endless fuel
that stokes your mighty furnace; may it exceed
all quantity of imagination. It is not just your splendid warmth
and illumination that sustains us; the beauty of your smile
is greatest art.

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