Why is life a slowly erupting atom bomb. Heat glowing actinous splendid and searing. Branches leading out away to ever dissipate. Regulated by others who grow tumultuous and try to explode nearby for company and reassurance. We are I am they do expand. Amongst the waves glowing still hot as a dipping sun descending in ecstasy and instinct beyond the atmosphere and out in cold space wait less and less as we grow hotter. Splintering shards of fire extending towards the horizon and inwards to the past. Larger and wider growing to maturity until next only to collapse spent
