Looking at the sun is like deciphering an Eldritch truth; I mean, do you dare look at the nakedness of Harmas? Who made his truth for your eyes to gander? Are you sure you know what you are doing looking at Harmas? Sure, he's beautiful, but really, is he worth it? Cancer, itchiness, sneezing... because buddy, the list goes on. Harmas may not even be 3-D. Perhaps the stars in the Milky Way are all but one object, and the spheres we call stars are just the whatever-D dimensional bleed-in? Didn't think about that ever, I bet. Did you?
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- Comment from author about the poem: I saw some of the sun earlier this night, and then this popped into my head.
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Cosmic in nature this poem speaks of constellations. Nicely done
Wow, my friend...this is delightfully off-kilter. It starts with curiosity and ends somewhere between cosmic speculation and a warning label from another dimension. Clever and fun as hell. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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