There are charcoal suns
Compassionate, bewildering beasts
That stomp through corners with righteous fury.
But when put to sleep,
It is the thunder from your ocean that lulls me to meet them.
You once told me I was the light spilling between cracks in the shutter.
But I am merely
moonlight.
I may only gain my light from you.
It is the interaction of these,
that gives the world a reason to look up.
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