The longest day, and I woke too early
And it appears that I’m staying up late
Stonehenge looms large, and through it we can see
Plainly the sun rise like an orange plate
Now the year starts its decline, the year’s fate
Reflecting everyone’s in miniature
In moments miniscule and moments great
The end is presaged along with the year
And comforting notions dispel the fear
Sun gods, moon goddesses, gods we can see
And gods we can’t see or address or paint
Who wait for souls as bodies disappear
Wishful thinking and beer combine to free
Our inner selves from the body’s locked gate
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