The ego that rides
the just-felt spasms of heat
from the sun’s last light
doesn’t disappear
once the roof’s edge becomes the limit
of our vantage point. We will invent
whole other worlds
with a thousand different suns,
The ego that rides
the just-felt spasms of heat
from the sun’s last light
doesn’t disappear
once the roof’s edge becomes the limit
of our vantage point. We will invent
whole other worlds
with a thousand different suns,