The stars shine no less brightly
though they, unknowing, will be eclipsed
by the demiurgic vomiting of the Apollonian sphere,
sunlight before starlight.
And so little of it, spit out into the void
actually forming the cast shadow of our immensity,
call it an eclipse, why don't you.
For truly it is a titanic undertaking
to light the world.
But there are wolves in the sheepfold,
slavering and wicked
and if I told you that their hunger dwarfed
the immensities we have already discussed
would you believe me?
I think not.
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