The Sun Center
for the meantime
the sun center
is the self where
all planets revolve,
there is comfort here
a self shining sun
without that push
outside only the
eternal bursting
inside of gases
and fires,
the wars inside are
myriad like cells
multiplying upon itself
in masturbation form
despite all these
automated explosions
outside is a calm space
where what you see
is the beautiful light
gently glittering in
a faraway darkness.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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