Void has no resistance As the giant stretches out A tipping points 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 oceans 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
Posted on: Sun, 07 Sep 2014 18:34:14 +0000
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