Standing On The Sun by E.A. Philips

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"Scientists suspect that the Sun has solid surface."
--Recent science news

While my feet are on fire,
The rest of me is not;
I expected immediate vaporization,
Not time to experience the shock.

It's difficult to believe,
But I'm standing on something solid;
In a flash I understand
Sacred truths may not be valid.

The plasma I'm immersed in
Shines like the face of God;
The wisps around me swirling
Look like, but are not ghosts.

I know they are truly alive,
As alive as me, and aliver;
They are merciful to my flesh,
As naked as Lady Godiva.

Now that it's time to go,
My life will last forever;
I came here choosing death,
But found something far better.