Truth is my hunger. And justice my thirst.
It is impossible to make one first.
It is impossible to make the sun
primary, even if it is more fun.
It is impossible to set The Son
over The Daughter. See, sky is to sun.
But, undeniable, it is a fact
she is dependent on him and his act.
This poem is published on my site "The poetry of Vaccinius" | here |.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "Winsome Wednesday" | here | and of "Poets United" | here |.