the sun seems to stare.
Like the Great Eye of Mordor.
A spotlight finding us out.
(I think, in the stupor of early dawn)
What has it seen? We wonders, yes we wonders.
“Everything under the sun”. So.
In its ever exploding light,
the very beginnings of time.
Eons. Ages. Epochs….ancestral.
Our scuttlings, squabbles, struggles, sorrows, and loves.
Who will witness its neon death?
Will they be gone before the time?
Star children of another realm.
Next stop in the infinite.