3. Heliopause

Paused before the light,
a spasm of fire expanding in the swell,
An inflammation of my humility,
a sacrifice to my inability.
Precious seconds explode before my eyes;
I trace fingers down gold mines,
I follow gold rings on fingers.
I paused before the light;
my sun crashing forward,
God has no fingers here,
Just talons to cruise through space.

The End

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