This from one who sees the sun
sailing on celestial roads rich and
red: oh, see! and say, can you see
the sun king's chariot spoked
with smoking lynch-pins burning red
on raw skies? His red hair fire
burning wheels against seas
of lead sky. Stay, do not rue
the road you say you saw
open up to the red chariot sun
to burn raw through sea and sky.
Red horses pulling regally
the fabulous sun, across the sky.