The sun rises
A puppeteer to the world
Allowing us to brighten ourselves
With itself, brilliant
The air lifting
A thieving sensation of sorrows
Allowing us to unwind
Unbind; resilience
The day faring
A warrior of progressive pleasure
Allowing us to dream
Supreme tomorrows
The sun as a puppeteer. I
The sun as a puppeteer. I like that imagery.
**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**