the sun inside

has it escaped
from smaller hands and smaller hearts,
this glowing pleasure
that pressed us ever onward?

has it run from us
this less than harsh light
that warded away our monster loneliness?

what has become
of that bright and happy glow
that made us forget thoughts of war
as if we never knew it in the first?

it still rises from time to time,
this happy, warming fire,
this foreign radiance that breaks forth
that is the sun inside…

and we are creatures of flame
walking the darkness away

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