Empty Sun

February 11, 2010
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Empty sun
Hollow shell
An egg with no yoke;
What is your secret?
Thin science that give you shape;
Thin formula that gives you form.
What stops you from collapsing?

How I could use such methods,
Keep this empty beast,
Which lacks heart and blood (to make the heart pump
Only a frame with flesh draped over bone),
Alive…O’ Victor
Give me your elixir.
Something neither alchemist,
Nor chemist could stir.
Its secrets baffle me,
My spirit dispensed.
Either Science or Magic,
Help me give life to this man.

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