Oh! My Burning Eyes! - THE RISING SUN (04/30/1590)

A night of revelry disturbed upon an open shade with the suns piercing ray! We see both night and day, the sun and moon are with mankind, indeed, to infinity. The sun unruly disrupts my rest post-consumption serving to have me questions its ruffian burn!

Gladly I question the sun, as any decent man should! I one held slave to it with books in tow; the butchers wart also indebted to wake and sweep the floor, sullen, but ever busy under the glow! All temperate or wild tides of Gaia know the sun, and time alone is His equal.

Though despite its constancy, I wonder, how can such temporal things such as clouds and eclipsi stop mankind's perception of the sun? And with such disruptions, how are there tomorrows? I must examine my object of love beside me, on such a plane of relativity. Are Princes and lands of jewels subject to the whims of the sun? Like my love, are they, are we, am I still subject to this ever moving heavenly body? I must conclude that Princely, richly, or lovely man exist with in the structure and movements of the rising sun. That I and my love must also bend like royalty to its presence and move forward beyond this bed-our current center and focus.