Sol Searching

Eight minutes later it arrives—

The irradiated past

Of what was but, yet, still survives

After eight minutes have passed

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Much in life's each eight minutes

Before Sol's blast

Lands on our realm of timely limits

And holds us timely fast

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Brightness shrinks irises

As we focus in parallax

To show us what inspires us

Before bifocal rings relax

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Motivation needs a path

Of least resistance through the dark

Allowing us to choose which swath

Is wisely wide or myopic, stark

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Choices, must, be forever clear

In contrast to the reckless blurs

To err is risk, forever, near

When shortsight, so feckless, deters

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Warmth and verdancy are our embrace

Of the handshake 'tween life and star

We live each eight minutes' mistaken grace

Ignoring things that really are

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Calciferol and melanin shade the skin

For bravado bones under specious tan

But can't make what should have never been

Return the minutes to 'fore what began

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Mind the gap of eight minutes' seconds

Or wait the time under the weight of patience

Until the Sun catches up and beckons

You in lock-stepped enlightened cadence