Belakor - Absit Omen - GTP табы

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