Orgies of clouds lusting and moaning across the virgin Sun.
Its innocence and naivety shining through the heaps of Cumulus Nimbus erotica,
Its beauty shunned by the desperate longings of these airy gods.
Hours or days or weeks may pass, but eventually the shimmering goodness and truth
of Ra's golden youthful rays triumphs over the aged,
withered white bags of heaving sexual atmospheric Giants.
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