The Sun which cedes the day to night does not vanish
But plays peekaboo with the planet
Which spins the universe to display
The cosmos comprised
Of other suns invisible by day.
So that which over rides infinity
With local flame
Must shut its eyes
To surprise reality
With a childish game.
The bird of day with wings of light
Sweeps off galaxies to reaffirm
Dominance of proximities
That do not spare
Entirety from local glare.