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I AM THE SUN
i shout each day
at the zenith of my crossing.

i follow a rhythm
inherent to existence itself
and no formulas nor suppositions
can unravel its reasoning.

the harmonic waves of the universe
are echoed in solar tsunamics
and as i burn i burn through and through,
an orange heart too heavy for this,
a stellar organ in agony
over eons of light and gravity.

-S.C. Martinez