Beware mine enemy!

For there be no greater power in our world than the sun.

So, if one may rise and meet its warm beam full upon the face when morning come,

what weapon can they wield more so than that?

To put a hand up against the new horizon,

and nearly meet that fire’s eye,

and smile in the face of far off flame,

such none could hope to defeat! Go on!

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and yet, long into the morning, I stay asleep

and with weary yawn well beyond the noon

unstirred by life until the dawn

then all that can be faced is mine own reflection

in the hollow spaces of a crescent moon.