ya get one shot
   

                    one  shot
 

to fall into the sun

                as smoke in air water to thirsty soil

if ya do it right ya aint parsed 
                        not tumblycaramelised   burnt    charred

yaslip becoming flaky black ash or greasy soot

yaemanate

disperse

        turned into pinpoint particles outracing lightrays sowing prisms

a bright laughter thrilling your voyage

yaradiate

         a scintillating starburst  shining singularity

at ya back resides a dull shadow

                            an ouros  hanging in space informing where ya began

yave slaked a cosmic thirst  were taken slowly in nourishing sips

   

                                                                who  is the autarch 

  

1504,  Thursday,  31  3. 16