Absit Omen — Be'lakor

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