The Lighting of a Fuse

That place... that one crevice into which the Sun creeps at night, leaving the crust in lonely dark... that meeting point, where Fire and Earth coalesce in perfect solidarity... why must it be so impossibly remote? that when I make chase, the Sun only flies up into the sky? or sinks still away should I stand by to see? Would that I could lay on that horizon of the setting Sun, in pure energy where Sun stokes Stone.