by Pavel Chichikov
It takes us in a long embrace
This orange falling solar sphere
So massive that it wrenches space
Holds us and the planet near
Everything that sees must bow
Before the surface eyeless bright
That would but blind what it bestows
If not that it were grazing night
A star it is all bound itself
Within the warping of the mass
Of that immense and golden calf
Horizon, noon and zenith passed
But turn away the human face
From greatness to what greatness is –
Sun to service, death as disc
Then be as dawn the Eucharist
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