High in the sky the sun seems bright yet small

traveling the same tired path

rising to greet the day only to bid adieu until again, again,again; adieu

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Clinging to the moments of awake, to stare above the same

realizing how big we are compared to the size of the Sun as with a blink the light disappears.

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Fondly and without words as words turn into poetry and thinking of all the small things the world can bring

wondering now,

if I try a simple task

to lick and taste the sun to compare it to the spicy smallness of the Universe.