Because hasn’t every new song already been sung?
Because there are no new thoughts under the sun
Because every other freckle since birth has come from the light of the same sun
Because the sun on my face today,
Is the sun that poisoned my skin twelve summers ago—
Is the sun that birthed the roots of the Oaks that taught me about pain—
Is the sun that blinded Icarus—
Is the sun that lit up Genesis—
Is the sun that makes me squint my eyes
And open up wide all at once
The sun that will mull the bones of humanity into an earthen wine  
And swallow us up
Is the sun that raised me
And I think my dreams
Are the only parts of me that are mine
Because every waking thought I have is solar-powered,
Cosmically fueled and eternally eclipsed
Because it’s only after the sun goes down
When the body is at rest and the darkness comes
That my own light can shine,
And my truth illuminates the night.