Absit Omen

Void has no resistance
As the giant stretches out
A tipping points expansion
Sets astray a solar doubtWarmth and glare on every crest
For cells compelled to crave
A pulsing sphere forgets its past
To bask in every waveDusk comes later with each day,
And morning sooner turns
As shallow waters search the air,
The driest flower burnsBrighter skies are bathing
Ever crowded slopes in light
In all directions creatures dance
Before their final flightBlinded at the zenith
To fray the dangling thread
Hum the oceans fever pitch
To see the flames aheadDistance loses meaning
As the breath becomes the fire
Gone are fibres; gone are thoughts
But vapours in the pyre