Another gauntlet for the body,
Another unpleasant assignment.
Take a moment to appreciate
Being bathed in sunlight in advance.
Would you be more content if you had
No memories to warn you what’s next,
Or would you be more likely to die
From the shock when the gauntlet began?
The sun cups you as if it held you,
As in a way it does. Close as you are,
It’s the planet that grasps you tightly,
But you know the sun clasps the planet,
So, you’re falling for the furnace, too.
Time to do what you can’t forgive you.
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