What if
the sun did not come through
when the curtains drew themselves back
if it fell before we were ready
behind the horizon's hilled fringes
if it forgot to bring us itself
when we rose expecting its return
what if
the sun did not know we needed it
to show what really is, life
that the whole universe depended upon
it doing what it does best
would our eyes begin to sink
into lack-luster lives
singing only dark droning
recantations, vain and futile
with the curtains drawn
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