Via combusta

I hear filaments
of your whispers
in my inner ear

larger than life
they sing to me
without fail

False heavens crash within
into embers of death
shooting stars violently roar
sowing seeds of new life

In the place of no thing
I am told:
The lobster will die

And dreams foretell
of via combusta,
the burning way

Yet I dance to your eternal tune
as the sky burns
because to resist would be
to die the wrong way.