in its place the sun roils
immense and unfathomable
sending photons hurtling toward earth
that eight minutes from now
she will not notice
as she drives home
trembling
weeping
regretting
instead of seeing
this moment
in all its perfection
only later will she sit
and breathe
and feel the light upon her skin
and when she does
nothing will be fixed
and she will bow
to everything that can't be fixed
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