A POEM and VIDEO

    
   Our Old Sun
    by Ms.

    Is our old sun as weary as we?
    Oh--speak for yourself--as me?
    Has the heat and constant turning
    worn it frazzled? Is it just yearning
    stillness in the dazed, bedazzled race,
    churning in its one place in space?
    Does it long for nonexistence,
    to escape the patterns persistence,
    to let go, wander in untested orbits,
    perhaps explode into fiery bits?

 

OLD SUN

http://youtu.be/piuKlpJmjfg

Thanks to Nancy Erisman