In the molten heat of the afternoon rhyme
I walk in the shade of the universe.
Swept up in the fierce flow of time,
I rest to ponder another verse:
I wonder what is the age of this light?
What light was like before the Sun?
What color is the moon on a moonless night? How far a thing’s shadow from its Sun?
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