The Golden sun is dripping
below the earth
the sky bleeds red and pink,
then brilliant purple
I am standing awestruck
in her radiant trance
she has consumed me
speaks to me
and I must stay
but licking at my back
and crowding around me like a cloak
the darkness waits to turn me
from the sunset's silken caress
for now I am lost
caught in her color riot
but oh what blissful obsidian
I am caught in
if this is lost
I wish never to be found again
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