[18+] “Solar Eclipse, Saturday October Tenth” a poem by Rob MacWolf (read by Cross)

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Today we present a poem by Rob MacWolf,

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who has never discovered a metaphor not worth taking literally,

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and you can find more of his poetry

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embedded in stories from the Furry Historical Fiction

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Society and on his Sofurry page.

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Read by Cross, a Composed Hyena.

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Please enjoy “Solar Eclipse, Saturday

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October Tenth”, a poem by Rob MacWolf

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The light has turned the color

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of the shadows on his jawline,

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The color of the scent of fur and stubble

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on his jawline. And I? I can do nothing.

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This is happening regardless

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Of anything my will could try to do but won't attempt to.

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His shadow fills the world.

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And all the light, the thoughts, remaining

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Are filtered through him. In the midst of light, we are in darkness.

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So why should I not kneel? So why not bow my head and worship?

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Why not rest my grieving eyes beneath

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his dull gold shadow?

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So why not taste this moment, while it lasts? For just a moment Of sunset in mid-morning, then, let me be his completely.

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And do not doubt it's sunset.

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On the moon, the sun is setting.

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How long the reach of sunset, then, to me from lunar surface.

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And why would sunset bother to reach me from lunar

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surface? The least that I can do is kneel, and bow, and taste, and worship

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A mere matter of minutes till his hand in satisfaction Will rest upon my cheek, upon the shadows on my jawline.

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They say I should not look at him:

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I will burn out my vision.

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What profits it a man to keep his vision by not looking?

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This was “Solar Eclipse,

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Saturday October Tenth”

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by Rob MacWolf, read for you by Cross, a Composed Hyena.

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