To enlarge the sun is an apt task,
Adapting to its glare we steer the oars
Of our fit bodies that artfully collide.
We waste, wither and waltz like demands,
Simplicity has kindness, bland caresses;
We see the superhuman world with the military.
To be charming as the handsome sun,
The sun flows into his ocean like a star
Flowing in the heavens, pretty little burden.
I am whiskers for the obsolete,
Bent on the idle earth and soil,
With stars at night and a star at day.
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A masterpiece my friend! Such an elegant array of words written in perfection, I must add this to my favorites.