We slept in the gully waiting for the one
Early evening said it would be a long night
Next morning picking up trash along the causeway
The marshland around begging the sun to burn of it's fog
The Sun came marching in from the east
A child from the horizon falling on 19 hills
An adult by the time it arrived before me
Illuminating the shade, the snakes and all of my failings
It followed me and surpassed six my own Kamea
And beat me to my own destiny willing it more than I
It made me wax nostalgic about night, long for darkness
The fantasy of the mortal mind makes the past seem better
When its distorts build cases for it's stories
A hand extends from the firey entity from it's bridge
Directing my face toward 108 rows of growing things beneath
And I will walk in these straightlines as the Sun itself points
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