it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
The heaven yawns, the waters' reverse
Under the winking moon's light
Make seeming, for better or worse
A due process of day & night
Her metallic glint, a face upturned
A human face, or so they yearned
To make earthway to heaven spite
Though little of either they had learned;

The outshine, was the symbol there
Of their earthen mysteries
A sign-like circle marks the air
Heaving mountains, heaving seas
The moon the sun, the earth the moon
A shadow to silence immortal noon
Such was the flavor of their decrees
Outshine by shadow, instruct by boon;

But the spotless sun, whose language
Is far too large for us to see
too silent, too loud for our baggage
too grand for our land or sea
writing in spotted, inscrutable prose
unseen as before it the eye must close
fire and light and heaven will be
but will man? The sun only knows.
a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:
spotless outside in

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