The circle of the sun cannot be seen
at night or in broad daylight,
and since he is too big, too close to us;
the circle of the sun must be seen
through the aeon glass.
It cuts through him;
a ripple from a sphere,
and when its edge torches ground,
we know the sun is here.
What can we do
When him piercing you,
and him piercing me
is like A, B, see?
He needs to protect,
as he feeds to inject
his stinging pain
and beauty come again.
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