The sphere
That becomes the sun, well
Not becomes the sun. It looks
Blue. From afar, that’s what we used
Thousands of years ago to guide
Our journeys; it looked like
A light to us from here.
Northern moon,
Southern setting sun.
That from afar you created our
North. South. East. West.
Where
To
Look
Now?
Where to go? The blinding light
Will guide me tonight.
Now
That I am walking on stone, gravel,
And rock. I see our moon, and
Rays in the day,
The cosmos, with which we arrive.
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