Magnetism

the sun isolated in outer space
rotates around us
star waves
staging the solar targets’ delight
illuminate its humble rays
with a flow of repelled attraction
Housing the revolutionary roots
of west-seeking poles
above the rainbow illusion
the only possessor of radiance
disregarded, uncharged, almost awake,
through the inner fission of its own rotation
secured by idealistic precision
escorted by faith
floating down like a broken confusion
gives in to the scent.