Sun-Day…

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On one side a giant kisses the sky,

On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay.

Yet should you ask, ‘why?’

There is no one left to say…

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Can a sliver of blue heaven

Between hard rock face,

Answer the riddle

Set by time and place?

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Could Sentinels of Stone point out the way?

Is there really such a difference betwixt night and day?

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First it was a tickle,

Then it was a stroke…

As the pale sun’s disk

Caressed by bark

Slid down to earth

And then began to talk…

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‘You enter this portal to

avoid traversing the dark.’