Opus Centralis

Opus Centralis:

 

-To Know More of the Sun-

 

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To behold the aureate spectacle of sunset

Is to affirm the primary work of the Artist,

The one outside and within that expects us

To comprehend complex existential truths

Via the interplay of light, form, and color.

 

We sense that this is so

Because we vaguely recall

 

The hopes we shared

On the Day of Creation.

 

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Consider that Eternity

Is forever before and after

 

Every zeptosecond

Of measurable time:

 

That we occupy a finite space

Between the immeasurable before us

And the presumed immeasurable after us

 

Is beyond the ken of our best reasoning.

 

But we are not so much overwhelmed

With wonder about the enigma of time,

But with wonder about the mystery of us.

 

We conclude that we are Everything

Because our reality is all that we know.

 

We are the shadow maker

And the puppet impaled on a pole �"

Mere players that have never seen the sun,

But claim to know of it and play to an audience

 

Comprised only of us �"

 

Or God.

 

Yet, we would know more of the sun

And create others who claim to have seen it

 

And emphatically say so �"

Not just to us, but to all those

 

We have fashioned

To marvel as we do.

 

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And thus, our every experience of sunset

Is tinged by a sense of primordial sadness,

 

Particularly those viewings

When we are alone.

 

We may live in the moment,

 

But we are mindful

Of what it may be like

When the gloaming is over

 

And we are left to contemplate

The hopes that were dashed.

 

 We are the proverbial “foreigners in a foreign land,”

And we are every moment homesick for a place

We remember only in our longing at sunset.