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Tanned, shadowed, and nude; searching for the sun. Little space above the moon's crescent-- almost full-- I stretched and stood, hungry and cool. Suns are bound to set, and the moon's absence fails to illuminate my room, with a mirror, reflector and blacklight. Long and unruly, brilliant with the sun behind the constant hum of an electro rainbow radiant computer. Only the steel in my ears and the beard on my face shown boldly-- my tones cut and scattered over my body with traces of a once magnificent mane. Head floating in the universe, my body is left to the ravages of living while I contemplate being human. For my heart. For my heart rules my art and my humanity. I step forward, blurred in an instant of light, "Where is the sun?"