Maybe raise a stem from the root. Summon some spring from the darkness.
If that sun is just going to hang its place whilst we all spin around her, arse about face, the least she could do is raise us a smile ...just a fucking smile.
Sun rises may go unseen these days, but don’t think they don’t go un-missed.
So, the colour drained from the last of days. Nothing ever after.
Hung from heaven’s rafter; Inverse your holy father, strung up, stomach slit bowels void / stench of the pit