The Moya View

Super Nova

I destroy the gold house 

inside my soul—

the nova of light on

gold archway, gold mantle,

gold walls. The last bits of

real places that once shined.

l thought, forever

in the aura of sun-

shine on once

gold rooftop, gold windows,

gold doors. Look in,

search and see, find: black gold

steeped in the dark

burned down to ash of

gold wood, gold grass

the once gold streets, gold hills

all around my dead sun.

This dead sun will never rise, rise

and shine its light

to my gold soul.





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