Becoming One with Helios

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<poem> The sun, the sun is a red orb upon the horizon, And with each passing second, It sets, reds and golds and oranges becoming A darkening flame, Consuming the sky, Yet consumed by the earth.

And as I walk, I gradually step faster, Faster and faster, Until I begin to run on tiptoes, Each passing moment becoming faster, Quicker,

Like dusk, I fly, And I hear the turning brook, Babbling about some fleeting knowledge, And I pass the crimson stones, Which point fingers up towards the stars, And the bleached skull of some oxen Shatters beneath my toes,

My body sears, Boiling like some infernal furnace Of Hephaestus’ forge itself, My body engulfed in flames, Fires burning around me Until I burst into a scorching steed,

I can feel the whip crack upon my flanks, Faster and faster, I run, Hoofs pounding upon the sky, Neighs echoing from planet to yonder planet, It is Helios who cracks the whip, And I am bound to his chariot,

Faster and faster, Every star becoming a streak of light, All time becoming an instant, And my mane flares up into a furious golden light; For a second it shines blindingly so, Touching the green and brown earth with A molten blaze, And then I set. </poem>

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