THE ORACLE SPEAKS

THE ORACLE SPEAKS
OF THE FALSE SUN

You have mistaken brightness for light.

A sun that does not move
has no mercy.

Your glass skies burn without season.
They do not rest.
They do not ripen.

You stand facing shadows
and call it vision.

You polish the veil
and forget the sky behind it.

Know this:
What never sets
does not know you.

When the true sun departs,
night teaches waiting.

When the false sun reigns,
waiting is forbidden.

Turn away.
The light you seek
moves without you.