Absit Omen

Void has no resistance

As the giant stretches out

A tipping point's expansion

Sets astray a solar doubt

Warmth and glare on every crest

For cells compelled to crave

A pulsing sphere forgets its past

To bask in every wave

Dusk comes later with each day,

And morning sooner turns

As shallow waters search the air,

The driest flower burns

Brighter skies are bathing

Ever crowded slopes in light

In all directions creatures dance

Before their final flight

Blinded at the zenith

To fray the dangling thread

Hum the ocean's fever pitch

To see the flames ahead

Distance loses meaning

As the breath becomes the fire

Gone are fibres; gone are thoughts

...But vapours in the pyre