Daydream is the late of my day
where I find myself speculating
the significance of Her
This self-luminous, heavenly body,
which gives life, warmth and sense of time,
constitutes the day and is absent in the night
Why do you subconsciously worship this celestial being,
depend your frame of mind upon Her,
and sadden when She does not shine?
Though She may be the midst of life,
and though many may take for granted Her inimitable supremacy,
She never fails us
Sitting here,
contemplating such excellence and conspiring with Vile,
I sink the Sun with darkness and a smile.
Author notes
I don't mind a little criticism
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