Helio

Lo the sun, in my sight line, rising above the meridian yellow and gold, bright and warm searing. 
Lo the sun, behold the light, above and below engulfing. Round and around trolling and plowing in the earth and changing. 
Lo the sun, disc of fire, in wake of learing shadow, passing over and beyond, up above from below and gone.

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