Sol Stare

do i dare make good
on all the dreams
the hopes

and promises?

can I truly

shine brightly

with dull paws

from a profane place.

with purpose.

all bow,

and shake our heads

--break--

 
how hard the sun looks,

sometimes.

when you really look. . .

         you just go blind.

--break--

". . . pure static"

Author's Note