I squinted
at the blazing dawn and thought,
So can I.
Flooding
my world with angry heat I
Tumbled
from the mountain into barren skies.
Sun
from her vacuumed perch
sighed.
Dear Supernova,
Light fueled
by love can birth a universe.
Rage
will only consume it.
What a waste,
tsk’d she,
to use
your light for something
all men can do.
