Love Poem: Say To the Sun
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Written by: Local Order

Say To the Sun

What is essential;
undivided,
barring stage or prop?

Unreliant on a theatre,
free from
composure or production
to justify its plot?

Singular,
particularly owned
to none other
than itself?

That which walks 
along the chain,
which balks at 
mind, 
"prison cell!"—
at that which
cannot stop.

Contained in it's
owness, 
box inside of box,
deaf from influence,
advice—
existence cop.

Essential and unchanging?
Yes, when
knowledge says 
of many singulars,
"a totality undone."

What if

Essential and changing?
Box inside of box,
but these boxes hide before 
us, and then they choose to stop?
there is no rhyme and reason
that says that we must
ask so rudely 
'why', 'who', or 'what';

we may only say they stop.
they become what they are not,
their reach is long without us.
they aught to owe us naught.

We may say 
'they aught to be like this'
(for fruitless dreaming eyes)
or
'weren't they different then'
(thoughts of bluer skies)
and
'how odd they make me feel now'
(the stranger-gaze demise)

Move on!
the meadow widens,
a great sprawl opens to
divide in,
to become 
and provide your own
essential, unknowable, everchanging 
box within a box.