The face of the Sun
Is not without expression
But it tells us little…
Of its inner oppression
Don’t judge a star by its corona
Its light has to fight with its persona —
And I insist, the Sun doesn’t exist…
In a vacuum, as he’s not actually a loner
Billions and billions…
Of stellar civilians
Competing with heating
For us… he’s defeating…
Other balls of fire, and orbs of truth
Spheres of love, or globes of proof
The bubble of human spirit grows round
And will burst with a very expensive sound