Finding New Functions for the Sun

While following a radiating pattern writ in golden sundust from cranium to neck in the luscious hair of a beautiful person a cipher system was suddenly revealed to me: the sun had surrendered its every secret, the moon had become my best friend and my destiny turned out to be on earth after all.

Overnight I had broken the code of Ra and I became him, I became solar energetic and pyrotechnic and everything ever seen was seen again in this abundant and sustainable and self-luminescent light of things and recent cosmic good hair day events. The superhero supernova finger of Ra boils water for tea in an instant for (all this means nothing to me if I can not drink this tea (and whiskey (and wine too) too) with you) you.

A sunspot is a shadow cast by lost souls digging for the sun under deserts and seas and tundra's, refining it from black drab miles deep and barrelling it and ! O Morlockian shame ! selling it to the highest bidder. When sharing a secret with the sun you do not need to move as it will come all bright by day, giving cause to the trees and the birds and the retina and enabling one to find a teabag in the cupboard without giving the finger, radiating the lands and the buildings and the splendid times of drunkenness I will share with you in the evening, while at night with you leaving lovely imaginary messages on my imaginary phone in a lovely dream really happening Ra smiles to us approvingly a starry eyed symbolic language in a mirror desecrated by astronauts feet.

You shine without demand my dear and beside you I need nothing but more of you to keep me and the world around me alive.