Not just brighter.
The sun shines through my window
through the air
through the soft hairs on my arm
and draws itself on my skin.
Red around the edges
or maybe yellow
it won't stay.
Just visits til we mimic
it with fluorescent or filament
decay
Not just lighter.
I've never felt a warmth so gentle.
Even the finest sweater knit from the wool
of sheep raised on a diet of the skin of summer peaches
and captured bits of cloud,
who sleeps in a nest of cotton balls
and has never heard of mutton
feels like an iron maiden oven
next to the rays of day.
Brilliant beyond elucidation
enhanced by morning hallucination
Faster than life, but patient
enough to travel all this way
instead of circling around itself
like some self-centered star.
illumination
illumination
illumination
my favorite type of radiation
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