Big Yellow King

I have set foot on the shores of an endless sunrise,

Skies like peach skins fur-like and warm,

Across a sea of Egyptian gold and lapis lazuli,

Inviting a travelling king to cross the frontier into dawn,

The eager subjects ache for the break of the day,

To etch in stone the things they have done,

To bring to light the things they have not,

Like a travelling King his gifts are doled out to everyone;

The endless sunrise robs time of its steady march,

Before the King stands resplendent over daytime sky.

 

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