damn the light.
curse of seething power
from arbitration lifts the shadow veil
dims dimensions
and deepens dissonance to dominate depth
thus brightening death.

the sun plays at unmasker, urn-smasher
unentombs a flash of what were
meaning long unseen
and all the more radically relevant
in a light where the piece is valued
for the clay and not the pot.

beams of itself-wrought revelation
storm forth from splendor
to humble the humble
allure the avaricious
and lay low those likely locking the biggest secrets
in the smallest urn.

given all its glory, a usurper god.
the sun rises to a graveyard.