The sun has eyes.
They watch us
In the mirror of the moon.
As starlight falls,
Illumination
Draws us into dark.
Our lives are deaths
Responsive
To our terror of the cold.
Those eyes of sun
Upon us
Trace the shape of hidden depths.
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About Gene Stewart
Born 7 Feb 1958
Altoona, PA, USA
Married 1980
Three sons, grown
Have lived in Japan, Germany, all over US
Currently in Nebraska
I write, paint, play guitar
Read widely
Wide taste in music, movies
Wide range of interests
Hate god yap
Humanist, Rationalist, Fortean
Love the eerie
