I seek my native Sun today to light
the path of pilgrimage with a thin candle
that breaks the faded night at dawn.
I orient myself about the bright bulb
that rides the sky in a flicker and flash.
I'm blinded by the overwhelming glare
of white rising quickly, by the glowing,
glinting orb that has left me flustered.
The lamp is raised to define the morning
with the emanation of the revealed rays,
the dismissal of darkness by the shine
of a sovereign that is unlike any star.
But obscurity remains within the bright
beams that constitute this glorious Sun.
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