a crooked smile hangs
deeply in the night,
illuminated through reflections
of a fiery sun sequestered well beyond
the aphotic atmosphere.
cursed to chase the sun,
this crooked smile
swells into fullness
and then fades into darkness,
taunting the sun to promulgate
the hermetic cave into which it retreats
each evening after bowing to the sky
upon completion of their twilight waltz.
the dance deviates at dawn
as the sun pursues the cool cheshire grin
of a glowing white moon.
after a tango into the aurora,
exploding with soft oranges, pinks, and pale blues,
the sun languidly traverses a cerulean sky.
thus the never-ending dances persevere,
beyond the reach of barren trees
held deeply by primordial roots
invincibly into holy ground
reliant upon the very intricacies of
this breathless empyreal entanglement.
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