I
The cool night closes; dawn rushes in.
Warmth emanates from the first rays of the sun.
As dew drenches the hills,
and the pebbly side of the path,
a flower is sprouting.
It pushes past petals and breaks
Free.
Blossoms unfurl and drink the light,
while roots dig, finding—
cold stone, only.
The petals devour the light, heedless.
The rocky ground is littered with
withered stems of char.
The sun unfurls.
II
We traverse the crumbling shale bridge,
suspended above the pit.
Screams,
many, many
from below.
As I watch, —a friend
collapses, rolls,
plummets
through the
darkness,
mingling.
I push on.
III
The smallest thing is me.
I gaze upon the dark Iris;
It draws me in and repels me;
It is the eye of God.
Who am I, to behold the unfathomable?
Swaths of chromatic glitter
Swirl around the pupil,
Contorting and twisting
In rhythm, spiraling inwards.
My mind tries to comprehend
The scale of the universe,
And it cannot.
IV
I weep over the charred body,
until it fades to vapor.
One ember remains.
I cast it into the singularity.