Bring'em back alive

I was on my way
To the center of the sun
When I lost my wings
And I fell into a crowd
And they carried me
To a hole in the ground
And they buried me
Where no one can see
And no one would be around

π

9:13. Personal note.
When I was a little kid,
my mother told me
not to stare into the sun.
So once, when I was six, I did.
The doctors didn't know
if my eyes would ever heal.
I was terrified,
alone in that darkness.
Slowly,
daylight crept in
through the bandages
and I could see.
But something else
had changed inside me.
That day
I had my first headache.

RingWorld - Larry Niven

Too many friends had become strangers.