bent against the sun again my children of night crying aloud the sun has burnt my children of life searching abroad the desolate plains walking through the hillside with the man upon the backs of the children of the earth pray to tomorrow with thoughts, wishes, dreams of years since past aching in my autumn breath make me whole again sandman I pray and save me from the end
Dearest child, so long has it been! Fret not for the sun's burning rays, they are only inconsiderate in their gaseous haze, for they have no consciousness or conscience of which to speak, only a tart and burning sensation on thy bottom that might make you squeak in disbelief.... so avert your eyes and hold out your hand! Catch a sunbeam and make a stand! Much Love