the waning sun

WORDS: the yellow sun spans itself into a waning crescent/ and we are amused by its curvature/if it could lower itself down to us/ we would extract all that we could/compress its hydrogen for more metals/ find more uses for its helium / and coerce carbon to commit to our customs/ whatsoever is left of this lacklustre star ceases to be enough/ with our burdens we ask / cast your shadows across the horizon/ watching its darker sunspots biting the dust/ in the name of pigments/ we immerse the thermosphere made of melanin to shield us from its ultra-rays/ little did we know/ the yellow sun spans itself into a waning crescent/ to protest/ correlation does not beget causation/ so she articulates/ halt the gaslighting of this waning sun/

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