I.
I am partial to the sun’s bite,
fiery teeth, a steam-cloud
staining my night with heat.

II.
Eclipse me a little, just a touch,
slow and coy — not too quick.
Set the world alight; teach us survival,
teach us how to live by wild law again.

III.
Touch souls with wonder and awe;
let icy fear tip raw and mock
the stubborn resistances to being human,
to being held in a universe of miracle and rapture.
Dark and light coexist, whispers the eclipse.

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