Brighter than a thousand suns, how odd on that day
The substance was the first to fly, the shadow was to stay
As if the eye of some great god had winked a square mile flat
Yet on his retained a trace of this or that

A woman scurrying to work
A child at mindless play
A dog caught fearful
In two minds negative way
A tree for which a parsec more
was all a tree may be
Before it joined the ash of man
in one eternity

But there are shadows burned beyond
poor memories blind claw
O son of death by which we move
and live forever more

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