From the cave you emerge in Sun, thinking you are the first. Slaking thirst, unkempt, undone you try to walk but only know how to run. A pun some fun from someone who never had the audacity to give away all that had been won.

At last in first with an interstellar gravity burst, from worst to best against the test some accused you of being a bit too rehearsed. A toe and wrist and then the fist, pierce the sky proclaiming I invented the Sun and therefore everything and everyone.

Asleep on post not practical to shout and boast, or roast the boss, call him and albatross, when eagles are preferred in every rhyme and every thirty seventh word. But laughter’s free at least it should be for those sentenced to hell and waiting upon sounding bell.

Thanks a ton for all we’ve won since you’ve begun covering up and blocking in our lane. The lion’s mane and weekly chant a bit too smart to hide slight and slant, too late to recant too early to supplant, pedantic few we almost knew too much presented for your review.

All is well in heaven and hell real chaos and joy for each girl and each boy, imagining they ever thought of choosing outside the menu. No change of venue black and red the hue no end in sight from either point of view.

A drip a drop a mercy stop a bitter hop from darkness to daylight without thought or cause to be polite. Into words my tears they blend, dreaming of a long gone friend who’s chosen quite the shadowed end with wounds that never hope to mend.

Allegiance found and love oaths lost a coin so flat and big to ever dream of being spent or tossed. Embossed in gold words struck so bold that truth be told the courageous few had long grown old before they heard the Spirit scold.

The climate change and social cue escaped the chance to crush and subdue what they had been feeding you. Scantly felt and insanely svelte edges of my heart began to melt Orgreat Van Pelt threw Ice and giant rocks at Sun’s beyond Orion’s belt.