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Sun-seeded eyes, your reach, sublime, future
Seen without anxiety, having learned
That cycles bring the rain of change, the cure
To garden-blight. Now you can show new creed,

Start settling into your roles, teaching
Old souls there is a chance for happiness.
Fling wide eyes into further reach, breaching
Container-life of cliff-bound wings with less

Duress, comfortable with your skins of gold.
Proud Sons, now bend your minds to reconfess,
And atone for spiritual unrest, sold
To enslavement's valuelessness; go bless

Your kin, and bring them into the fold! True
Sun of mine, it’s time to collect your dues.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Photograph by Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 5/29/05