Say,
A million
Moons may pass
away under this roof.
And a thousand suns may
shine high above this pinnacle.
They the celsestials\' ships soaring
Circling the world, resting on us. Long
they have waited. Waited long to be apart
of us. For the Sun\'s duty\'s to heat sea to sea.
And so it heats us. And so the blue form peers
on us peers, we lights in the dark, from here we
bathe earth in succulent light, Nourishing it.
It us, Us it, we save all as we are all.