Masha beseeches Mother Sol,
Save my son.
The sun inside the sphere
destroys the son inside of her.
Her hands, her perfect hands,
reach out to the mock sun,
entreat calescent earth:
I incubate the future;
emend this mandatory rebirth.
Alas, alas, humankind’s time
has come and gone
and with it, the sun.
Mark Sheeky’s Oil Painting: Self-Portrait As Philosopher (available for purchase)
