Yard Sale of Thoughts

Look upon her
radiant frame.
She is a dynamic star,
ever-changing.
Her ripples are the solar wind,
and while she's prone to mass ejections,
pleasure, and pain,
we have grown within the heliosphere
of her affection;
bow before the hothouse
of her reign.

Look upon her 
radiant frame.
Her crown burns hotter 
than her forehead
for she is source,
connected,
the fueler of the universe,
supreme voice
that burns the paper
with which we write
our verses,
her blessings
and her curses
untold
as she flips her poles
eleven by eleven fold.

Look upon her 
radiant frame.
She is the rare jewel
we worship but cannot contain,
and as we fly through her fields,
whispering her name,
we probe and claim,
probe and claim,
but higher energy she remains
and accelerates.

© 2024 | K.F. Hartless

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Artwork by: Kyoko Yamaji